when observed, sideways, driving without sunglasses, with a handkerchief on his head now, like a Russian doll gave me the feeling that was like diluted away, lost in thought, wondering how a nice girl and sexy _pues on the outward journey, with her hair glittering in the sun, I seemed to have glimpsed the girl that once fue_, how a girl like that became a lonely woman with a headscarf, how it became this, whatever it was. hungry after years of adult life, hunger had happened. a series of unexpected places had begun to get my attention. these middle-aged women gave the impression of being very tired, as if they had crushed the hopes and it had been replaced by a kind of stupor, sleep, dying.
at the foot of the stairs
Lorrie Moore http://ingridproietto.blogspot.com/atom.xml A blogudear that the world ends 
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