Alex at the Café—noon
We sat in the shaded sidewalk of a café for brunch under umbrellas. I was safely ensconced in shadow, but Alex who was sitting across from me was cut as if by a sword by the shadow overhead.
Atina at the dining table—3:41 PM
The mid-afternoon light floods through the dining room window behind me. It fabricates a low-plunge neckline on…
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