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Nov 2021
The sun falls diagonally
along the shadow of the extension
upon the threshold of the house
upon the woman in the door

What did draw her
to this outpost of the old?

where there is no path anymore
to get there
where there is no fence, no border
where everything is open, empty

without a beginning
of going somewhere

There's a ***** in the curtains
her long shirt falls open
and her body senses
a presence

something
going to happen
"High Noon" (1949, Edward Hopper)

Collection "NightWatch"
Zywa
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