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And so they go together. They sit in front of TV if he's got one. They may watch some retro VHS. Or even a French movie on DVD. They sit next to each other. But first, they bake some ginger cookies. And while sitting, they taste a bit of each other, a bit of ginger cookies. And sitting, as they are, they think that someone is very close, some weirdman, weirdwoman sits by and swings both feet in time with the inaudible music. Maybe that is only for that very moment. But maybe it is to surprise them forever. But invitation. There is a need for invitation.
Copyright © Weeping Willow | Year Posted 2016
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