Cold supper
Duck prosciutto and ripe cantaloupe, glass of Côtes du Rhône, on the deck, shared with a certain little girldog.
Elle*
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You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
Anna Akhmatova "White nights"
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