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Reunited
Six years, a social class or two, a religion and half a country between us
We found each other in a city large for me and small for him
I bought this tall, exquisite stranger a beer, only because I’d had a few myself
And found some courage there.
Was the moon full that night as he walked me home, and we sat close on the sofa?
My legs tucked under me, facing him, I asked, “What ...
Thursday 13th October 2022 8:29 am
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