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when Antonia left, we both passed by the bowl which I had offered to the unseen god or maybe the unknown guest or maybe the dead, the trembling presence between us, in the room, in the garden outside. on the windowsill I had offered it, and now we both saw the rose had lost its petals and the tea had also cherished this death. Antonia's smile.
(I've written for you)
ReplyDeleteyes, smile. a true deep one.
again, thank you.
ah this smile made me jump with joy, like a little girl :-), if you knew -
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