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She sits in the sunlight
avoiding shadows
beneath wide canvas umbrellas,
ice cubes tinkling against glass

eyes closed, cheeks raised
to the warmth of Sol.
Soft breeze reaches out
gently caressing copper strands

from time to time
her lids flash open
she pens words-hurriedly
on scrap paper
eyes afire

I wonder...
is she translating moments
or transcribing love letters from Helios

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