mirage
i must have been really tired at 7.30pm. i thought i saw someone who was the splitting image of someone, i hollered her name and she had a practised wave of denial. strange, i thought. many people must have been as mistaken as i was. we see the tree for the forest and the forest for the tree. not one moment is left fo the earth right under our nose. who ever she is, and the actual friend too, i wish them well.