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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

October drips - 5

The parcel waited on my doorstep. Burnt-orange paper, name and address glowing in drip-slanted letters, blood-red, dark. I opened it. Now I’m waiting for you.

1 comment:

Alina said...

Dear Sheila, I've been away for quite sometime and I've missed a lot of "dribbles." I'm off now to catch up XO