mich.michabo:
Her reflection in time.
mich.michabo:
Her red room, snippets of green. Her window placed, for all to see.
mich.michabo:
If I let you go, will you come back ..?
mich.michabo:
The stale Baguette
mich.michabo:
Her stockings still drying
mich.michabo:
Before you - there was me...
mich.michabo:
Back!
mich.michabo:
Well he's pleased to see me!
