As a ritual, she whispered the words "mascara folly", whenever she ordered a triple espresso.
She lived on coffee, sipped it while staring at steeples.
She kept images of steep apples in her pockets.
She'd called steep apples, steeples when she was a child.
Somehow the folly of mascara and steep apples became her worlds.
submitted at 6:47pm
9 January 2011
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