- A linen shirt growing smooth beneath a hot iron.
- The moment I notice she's kissing me back.
- A spider's web, stretched across the casement of my office window.
- Feeling my age—and realizing that I would never want to be young again, not for a million fucking dollars.
- A small girl on her bicycle.
- Panama'd dozing on a park bench at midday, drowsy heat dissolving the knots in my shoulders.
- The sound of church bells.
- The sight, through a window, of parents and child, standing in grass to their knees, holding hands in a ring.
- Geese on the lawn, leading five grey-green goslings like web-footed tennisballs.
- Her. And her. And them. And you.
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