Just like every girl who'd ever lived..jeans and sweatshirt tops--the one, hooded, in pink, against a glorious pile of unwashed clothes--orange, red, midnight blue, the background, curtains maybe, obscure and moody, a window, somewhere stage right, brings in the day, against a scene that might be almost anytime... Granny glasses twin tan elipses, a blur of hands, just the gestures register--an archetype, here in a Harlem bedroom--or is it or Trenton or Metuchen...
Ancient Greece...Aphrodite on Corfu, or Rachel with her water jar, making her way down a steep, rocky path, to the well, early evening, sheep gathering to drink...
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