scented soap and proper coat.
She better go accustom herself with subtle and sullen suspicions. sitting in a robe, old, constantly searching about. becomes a grim school. reads the Bible.
remember her as a timely nurse. as a woman very obsequious.
She in black cheap draped dress, some apricot duty suffocated. she liked nervous Francis silent. she had eavesdroppers appearing to the dusky snow.
Some dusty mingling feeling, and one perceptive girl.
” Sorry, ” she says, slightly breaking New York.
” Heaven has rooms and prefers New York to you, Ellen.”
I smiled under his manner, a visitor running dressed tonight, a fond admiration,
affection looking last up at the throat
and feeling confused.
Words & Photographs by Tara Mackey
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