somber shelter sincerity, subterfuge speculation, suffocating faceless fantasies he’s not so sure he’ll last another day. cravings for a cigarette his current distraction.
she unexpectedly found herself with thought thinking he was always different. as if this is always as it was. yes, he is just there rummaging about creating an economy of movement.
his difference so subtle only by accident can one catch the commitment in his eyes. living in a halcyon hurricane amongst the quietly unperturbed, they began to gather their sails dreaming of departure.
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magpie tales no 94 photo: Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Our freedom is an illusion really, isn’t it? Very nice piece from you, fits the artwork to a ‘T’
I like the way different people see the same art differently. You described it well.
You have produced pretty much the literary equivalent of the picture. Well done.
Alliteration always intrigues me. Enjoyed this one very much.
gathering sails for departure – speaks a thousand pictures! Excellent post…