Saturday, May 29, 2010
Warmth, Or, The Statues of Putnam
It was early April, and cold. Standing in the parking lot, she drew her cloak in vain against the chilling gusts of wind. And she waited.
It was almost June. Just a few minutes away, on the patio outside the restaurant, her counterpart finally felt the heat of summer through the trees. She turned to face the sun.
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