There was a moment or two of silence
Quite! Enough! Photographs! For one day! Thank you!
Once in a while he talked
She cupped her palms over her eyes and waited
He was several inches shorter and better dressed than most of the other men
Let me help you while you’re in this town
It’s always better to make people think you have nothing at all
His father would often yell at him for breaking a glass
I tried to see them all in one long glance before they were gone
This was the farthest from home he had ever travelled
And while I could have ended there I had no desire to
The ministers had better things to do than throw coconuts at concrete
She pursed her lips and smiled with great effort
The world’s axis turned another notch into his chest
So she threw herself into the organizational problems of managing her children
He opened his eyes in shock at the image, the sensual clearness of it
What type of trap was this? he wondered
Reality was the ultimate bulldozer
Clouds heaping in cumulus shelves overhead
Gone fishing
I need to put some clothes on or have the heat turned up
There was no less old-fashioned way to put it
Alexandra loved whipping along in Nat’s antique Jaguar with its top down
We need to get out and start doing things
I don’t know how long we’ll be staying
It was hot, with a gritty desert wind hard to breathe in
But I think I’d better go lie down before dinner
A half-baked suburban variety of witchcraft
I was prepared for I didn’t know what
Maybe they can give him something to settle him down
Shut up, and from here on out, stop marching on!
You are not a simple soul and have no business being here
My first mistake was waiting for a lift
I have decided to be an actor when I grow up
I couldn’t think of anything to say so I kept quiet
Hiding your beauty behind strange vowels
It was not a story to pass on
She opened the door, walked in and locked it tight behind her
You are my face; I am you
He went to the window and wanted to cry
Nothing was in that shed, he knew, having been there early that morning
She had been dreaming it for years
Breathing and murmuring, breathing and murmuring
Just let me feel your fingers again on the back of my neck
I walked here. A long, long, long, long way
Some things go. Pass on. Some things just stay
There was nowhere else gracefully to go
And you have never before asked me where I was going when I left the house
Now come read a story with me
Machines were rumbling from inside it
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