DIRTY FILM

Immaculate fall day, in the 80’s. Leaf-dappled light hits the unclean windows of my study, making them opaque.  I don’t mind not seeing outside.  The light is the treasure, like gold from the pyramids. A delicious waste of valuable time my life seems just now.

 

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One response to “DIRTY FILM

  1. Being in New York, I’m not there. But I’m there.

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