"The streets steam. Gin changes to coffee and I think of you less then I think of you often. How strange! To be a person instead of a tree."
"I watch a bucket of peonies glint in the sun. The wind moves through the avenue. A woman loses her hat. I lost something back there but what use is turning around? Goodbye to the past!"
"Someone has written everything always over the pavement and I nod because I get it. Isn't it time I move to Greece?"
"Today I only have time to walk to the water. I do that. I love it. Who wants to go home, anyway? Who wants to be what they are?"
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