2001-06-11 :: 12:38 p.m.

Oooooh!

I just smelled Greece. Summer in a bottle, hot-saltbreeze-mowed-lawn.
August 13, you little devil, I see you, come and get me.
Sugar-in-the-raw shoulders. Fuzz sunbleached white, hair lemon-knotted streaks. Oh, yes.

Faster than you can say "spanakopita."

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