IN the morning, a Sunday morning, shadows of sea and adumbrants of rock in her eyes … horseback in leather boots and leather gauntlets by the sea.

In the evening, a Sunday evening, a rope of pearls on her white shoulders … and a speaking, brooding black velvet, relapsing to the voiceless … battering Russian marches on a piano … drive of blizzards across Nebraska.

Yes, riding horseback on hills by the sea … sitting at the ivory keys in black velvet, a rope of pearls on white shoulders.

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2 Comments

  1. depressedkillerbear says:

    this is kind-of borin its lacking exitment it just seems plain and stupid sorry!

  2. depressedkillerbear says:

    this is kind-of borin its lacking exitment it just seems plain and stupid sorry!

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