an eighty year old acrobat poet performing in a gay club in south london
a friend's smile when she sees you come in to take your plants back
a long drive in a transit van with woody allen incarnate
a rose tree bursting with white flowers out of a well cared for garden
an amazing moon letting herself be watched from a terrace on any given night
somehow, a memory - a little bittersweet and scared - making room for itself in the left hand side of my heart
I think all of the above. But certainly not a case of sunburn down one side of your body after relaxing too much on someone's roof terrace.
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