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Apr 2016
When you are alone in a restaurant
And a stranger walks in and sits on the table facing you
And you feel that he is not hungry for food
But probably hungry for lust, beauty, new acquaintances, intellect, art, knowledge...
And that is when your bill comes back
You leave a tip and then the table
Abandoning him starving for the eye contact that would have fed his hunger.



- LynnAA
To the stranger who willingly came back into the restaurant and sat on the table facing me.

28-29/2/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad
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