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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’s what she considers a lucky day.
.
enough peace and time to sip nectar
from the books lined up for her.
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she was staring at her left thumb nail.
a bit uneven as always. wondering how
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and passing her middle finger back and forth on it.
lots of ideas to put down on paper.
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she sniffed the air and opened a bit her mouth
while curling up the tip of the nose
.
to trap the scents in.
she had learned that from cats.
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her friend was laying on his side
relaxing in the sun slightly breathing.
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crises passed now. he really didn’t like her
gardening attempt and her watering all around.
.
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it looked 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 some groceries nearby.
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she glanced at her nail once again. worried.
if she’d got up again she may lose concentration.
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he could have gotten nervous by her restlessness
in spite of the beautiful day. humans.
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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
.
from under his lowered eyelids.
she was very good at making
.
excuses to herself quite often.
her full potential scared her.
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so she used to heed to emotions.
to create pitfalls. that’s it.
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she started her first line. this time
inspiring the lemons’ scents in.
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lulled by the birds singing through the air.
no one needed to read it anyway.
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later she would go wash her car with her own
hands and file straight that nail.
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This piece, originally published in 2013 under the name of “Ray’s Day”, is dedicated to Raymond Carver.
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