Long hard ride

No it’s not something I did during my years in Texas. More like driving in the back of New York cab at 4o miles / hour through the narrow streets of the West Village, driven by an old Chinese cabbie who talked out loud to us and himself. He was not wearing a headpiece. He really was talking to himself about all kinds of stuff while pointing to us and driving at the same time

She stood in the hall full of mirrors with her back facing me while putting her hair back in a pony tail. I couldn’t help but admire how great she looked like a candle of sorts, great curvature, a bit in the shadow,  whimsical, and with such smoothness…And she just stood there and I kept looking at her…

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