taken on 8 september 2007 at 6:16am.
the girl was wearing a short dress and was walking barefoot. she stopped in front of the newspaper vendor's to get a newspaper.
the sun had barely risen and it was still rather cold. i wondered how she could sleep on the streets without even anything covering her feet.
a draft saved in outlook:
i looked at my face in the mirror earlier and my eyes looked tired.
it's been a while since i looked at myself closely.
a note written in my phone earlier, on my way to work:
sometimes. one misses the shoulder one could lean on. the hand one could hold and squeeze. the nape one could plant a quick kiss on.
it's the rain. it came pretty late but is making up for lost time. it's a kind of small comfort, blaming the rain. but still.
i should try thinking of other, less mawkish things, the next time i get stuck in traffic on a rainy night.
i wish that song wasn't playing in the walkman while i was writing that.
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