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she had wished she could go back to the places

where she spent the night while dreaming.

 .

she got up to drink lots of water and opened the curtains.

later she was sitting outdoors

 .

writing, after she had read from her fourth book

that morning, that was what she considers a lucky day.

.

enough peace and time to sip nectar

from the books lined up for her.

.

she was staring at her left thumb nail.

a bit uneven as always. wondering how

 .

and passing her middle finder back and forth on it.

a lot of ideas to put down on paper

 .

while she smelled the air and opened a bit her mouth

while curling up the tip of the nose

 .

to trap the smells in.

she had learned that from cats.

.

her friend was laying on his side

relaxing in the sun slightly breathing.

 .

crises passed now. he didn’t like her

gardening attempt and her watering all around.

.

 .

it looks as total relaxation. yet both had attentive

ears to the sounds around. nature yes

 .

and someone adding sounds of car doors

slammed back and forth and motors.

 .

starting to pull them away. to their own homes

after they had bought their groceries nearby.

 .

she looked at her nail once again. worried.

if she’d got up again she may loose concentration.

 .

he could have get nervous by her restlessness

in spite of the beautiful day.

 .

he may lose his patience. as if

reading her mind he got up

.

to lay a bit further away to leave

her space. or to spy her better

 .

under his lowered eyelids.

she was very good at making

 .

excuses to herself quite often.

her full potential scared her.

 .

so she used to heed to emotions.

to create pitfalls. that’s it.

 .

she started her first line. this time

inspiring the lemons scents in.

 .

lulled by the birds singing  through the air.

no one needed to read it anyway.

 .

later she would go wash her car with her own

hands and file straight that nail.

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