02 . 005
06 January 2007  |  10:37 PM  

I float, limp from the swim, one eye closed to the sun, the other turned to watch her on the shore.

A different sunlight finds her and I flush with nostalgia for days of unbelievable optimism and so many ways of being naked.


    
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