Aug 7, 2012

the missing detail

many laughing bodies around a red cloth on a beach. sun is sinking, food is there to share. then the sudden sharp bite of long-ago summers and she not understanding why tonight.
on the empty train home, the thought: since then there have been many laughs and many beaches but very seldom, or never, a dozen children playing around in the language of her childhood holidays.

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