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The wild woman of Borneo showed up after a week long absence. She grabbed a bag of clothes, some makeup, and skeedaddled. Afraid we’d call her probation officer, maybe.
She looked good.
She hugged us both. Even me.
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We are having left over duck in orange chipotle sauce and some goat cheese bruchettas and a green salad with lemon anchovy garlic dressing. Some olives, a head of roasted garlic, a bottle of wine.
The little woman made us a peach crisp for after.
It’s cooling on the windowsill.
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I am all twisted up. Happy, mournful, put-out, mellow. Running hot and cold like weather that don’t know how to make up its mind.
I aim to stupefy myself with good food and wine, see if I cain’t pin that woman up against something.
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namaste.
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