Funny you should drop me a line just now. I was sitting under the
palms, watching the fishing boats and the clouds piling on the horizon,
thinking of when we were an item. A passing thought.
In that time we lived in a coldwater flat at 22A
Altkönigstrasse, a quiet street in a medieval town in the
Taunus mountains. There was nothing very charming about the flat, but
our balcony looked out onto a wide pasture, a line of tall trees in the
distance. And in the evenings we watched the hares approaching the last
light, brown shadows on pogo sticks.
We hiked a wide path through the woods to an ancient castle and a
gasthaus where we drank Binding Bier and ate venison with the
jägermeister and his gute frau.
Well, just to let you know I remember when love and youth were cheap.
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Read WRH's story, "Piscina."
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