...morning and the red,
splintery terrace
covered with a thin,
moist sheet of
snow;
a bottle of beer
and a measuring cup
filled with water;
two burning
cigarettes
and snowcapped mountains
hovering in the distance,
hiding the
sun;
bare footed and blanketed,
clothed and yet
shivering; smoke and
tufts
of breath,
indistinguishable
from one another;
surrounded
by innumerable
pairs
and the singular,
irrepeatble
euphoria of being here,
paired,
if only
for
a
moment...
Please tell me what you think
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great!
