the rivet holding the copper table as if the finest meal is about to be prepared. As when now I can't find words or analogy to express this one-time, had-to-be-there beauty. Beauty is of the moment. Blink.
She walked the dampening grass with her late friend, the one who threw such crazy parties on summer's eve. His laughing tinged with sadness made the day memorable, and forgettable all at once. Crisp green salads and fresh sourdough bread, sweet butter, chocolate chip cookies, and wine in large crystal goblets was the reigning luncheon fare. And before it was prevalent, herbs, alterations, blurry memories, old music. How is it that we disappear and reappear, like the copper table top left out to verdigris in our unruly weather?
She walked the dampening grass with her late friend, the one who threw such crazy parties on summer's eve. His laughing tinged with sadness made the day memorable, and forgettable all at once. Crisp green salads and fresh sourdough bread, sweet butter, chocolate chip cookies, and wine in large crystal goblets was the reigning luncheon fare. And before it was prevalent, herbs, alterations, blurry memories, old music. How is it that we disappear and reappear, like the copper table top left out to verdigris in our unruly weather?
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