Yesterday, a woman whose face could only be described as 'striking'
Shoulder-length imperfectly white hair.
Hooded eyes in a well-lined, olive-skinned face, expression verging on the sort of arrogant that comes with a certainty of who she was.
I smiled.
She, almost, didn't.
And I envied her her self-possession.
a poetical response following close observation: pebbles for rivers of stones
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Wednesday, 1 January 2014
Monday, 30 December 2013
People watching: Co-op manageress:
Face that of a self-satisfied Persian cat, unmoving while others scurry round.
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