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This is the
window, and that is the view.
Well, let's just go see
"The Spanish Prisoner"
again, we agreed. In
those ridiculous, cool
Summer evenings we
bent each entertainment
assiduously to our whim.
Or was it Winter? It was
always a Saturday:
that much I remember.
It was frozen, the descent
in both directions, balcony
looking over the ferry parking
lot. Everything was ice.
We all toasted to the future all
night, kissed, and said goodbye.
Todd Young
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