NADIA
Sitting on the bumper of a car - just a
piece of the ass grabbing the support -
resting back and just going to talk, Nadia
goes on. Her new boyfriend too is talking,
and at such an ease they seem at rest. He is
married to another, she not. He is Ilya from
Russia, and I've known him a year - partially
a pain, I've tolerated his time. Now, it all fades
away. I am more glad for that than not. Her? I
really do not know, just having seen and nodded
any number of times : they've somehow found their
own circumferences far better than the circles they
had before. I think of them in love, and wonder.
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