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Aug 2016
While I sit on the blocks of a sculpture garden reading a package of grapefruit slices, some one so much younger takes a shot -- of me-- in my grey lace, cover, your grey silk, over, a beige skirt, gun metal sandals.

There are no statues in this sculpture garden. They were removed.
The marble fountain is dry, but a waiter sets tablesΒ in a cafe.

I melt into solitude

And you? Do you think no one is watching you, watching yourself?
Eleo C Nora
Written by
Eleo C Nora  Windsor
     valerie, K-mari AJani Jones and ---
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