It was a day too sunny and bright. Air sweet and light,
scented with lilac and hay. Anka knew nothing of this, her skin was peach fresh
and soft, she chose to stay in the loft between sheets so white and luminous
they glowed, and a quilt so thick it floated, her nudity enfold. She was nested why stray? She was
resting. She’d stay.
Wait out the day and ponder
the boy instead.
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