Dream, home, 6:10 am
A visitor has died in our house. Have to add a last page to a friend’s book – post script. Future runs will have this page, but for now we paste them in.
Two old Italian men sit dejected under the lilac bush.
Two harmonicas improvise a dense dirge. I turn to see two friends, Marilyn and Laura, as they pocket their instruments then walk away, into the evening.
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