Sunday morning
September 2nd 2006 Todat is a beautiful deserted morning. The air bites my cheeks as if they were apples. If we had to choose a color for today it would be yellow. The yellow top of a taxi, yellow bananas hanging on the wall, peek-a-boo of a yellow teeshirt as someone crosses the street. Yellow shopping bags, a yellow Golden Retreiver, yellow buildings poking up stubbornly like your hair in the morning.
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