Before leaving town.

(spontaneously rising from the chair)

You have a beautiful view, here.

(sitting down at the table to write a note)

My dear, dear … my skin turned pale these days…

And it is not me who says it. (words can be merciless at times)

(eyes lifting to establish contact)

I shall ask for your return. 

I know now I was wrong and foolish…

I’ll meet you there. I’ll leave today.

(tray leaves carrying a card)

 

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