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Once upon a time I was sitting outside the cafe
watching twilight in Umbria when a girl came
out of the bakery with the bread her mother wanted.
She did not know what to do.
by being thirteen and just that summer a woman,
she now had to walk past the American.
But she did fine.
Went by and around the corner
with style, not noticing me.
At the last instant could not resist darting a look
down at her new breasts.
Often I go back
to that dip of her head when people talk
about this one or that one of the great beauties.
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