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Only surrounded by mosaic walls is she fully herself, only when her voice lingers around the marble columns lit by rose windows, her face glowing in the tinted light, the wind singing through her in the windless space
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I was sitting on my back porch, with my coffee, overlooking the night's events, when I heard the front door open at her hand. She swept through the rooms and to me. "And whither," I said, "are you rolling, little apple?"
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I want to feel myself feeling the experience of desire. Take strawberries. It's not that I want to consume them, to enjoy the momentary taste. I love wanting them, I love the moment when I'm reaching to take one in my hand, knowing its ripeness can be min
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Her form was curved a little, extended almost into a vine shape, so she could gaze while sitting. Heels began the scene. Her ankles were uncovered, and her knees only slightly bent. There were no coins on her skirt.
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She looked at me, skeptically. "I know plumbers. I once worked out a discount with one, in Vermont. It's a sweet memory. But I've seen your work. You are not a plumber!" Hard to argue with that. The evidence was all over her blouse.
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A young woman came running up the valley, chased by a yellow lab. Her top was topaz, her running pants emerald. She stopped to chat, holding the lab's collar. Her belly was pierced with a small golden chain. A jewel hung there, maybe a ruby?
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Elaborate effusions, dramatic warmth. She couldn't help but perform, and she made sure even paradise could understand her gestures. A professional of charming artifice. I began to understand Miranda a little better.
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Take the wings of birds: a whole flock turning as one in the morning wind. Or take the smooth branching of leafless trees, the upright Y shape unassailed in its precision, but inexplicable, somehow inverted from what should be. Or the movements of fish beneath the…
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She stood up, and the space between the tables became her runway. Graham and I toasted the fit. Her field was Contes de Fées. She knew more medieval stories than I knew titles, yet here she was, a demonstration of techniques.
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As I got closer, I could see her red lips. I didn't desire her beauty, but I reveled in the beauty of the scene, her small motions in a motionless world.
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There was glass everywhere. Little shards, big flakes, tiny needles of glass that hung a long time in the light, making rainbows. They fell on the floor, on the chairs, on the table.
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She started whispering in my ear. "The pastor is standing over there. He can't think we're together. Play the role of the friendly escort. See that man in the Zegna suit? He's head of the parish council. That's his wife in the red dress."
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There were crystal glasses of Sangria set for each guest. An orange slice floated in each. I reached for mine, and Miranda shook her head. I resigned myself to Champagne.
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I liked to linger near the water's edge until dark. That's when the gulls and pelicans would switch places, and the blackbirds and pigeons would settle. I tried to leave everything I'd seen that day right there by the water and let the tide carry it out.
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She liked being out on the water alone, with no-one else to worry about, no-one to keep entertained. The water was so clear, she could see the tropical fish, red and green and iridescent blue. She watched the small sharks and the sea turtles
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