Clair de Lune

On both occasions Clair was wearing the same blue dress.

Standing once again beside the river and imagining the sea and the power which moves the water toward the shore and over the creases in your knees. Lift up the edge and crawl beneath the water -the folds of the waves - the folds of the blue dress which has become a habit with her, an obsession with you.

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