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By chris Date: 2008 Aug 26 Comment on this Work [[2008.08.26.21.30.4616]] |
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usually featured chile - red and green - almost too hot to eat and always our city, seen from the restaurant window just as night fell and lights came on, spreading like sparklers from the mountain foothills to the valley floor. What's more, looking across the table, it all made sense - from you and all you'd brought to this thing we called a life to the streetlights in the park across the way - because, really, who wants to be in the dark? But now the light is gone. It's already night. The menu is written in a different language, and the waiter has nothing to recommend. |