Sunday, November 4, 2012

She would talk to me about her life and I would be interested, looking at her beside me, dazed by the details. The corner of her mouth, for example, which was the precise location of her charm. This was where it happened, at the point where her lower lip doubled back from the upper - I had kissed it - where they divided and met. In its slow lift, the charm of a smile you do not trust, and like all the more for that.

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