It was dusk on the streets, the streetlights just flickering on for the night and the pavement still wet from the sweeping machines. I had just come from an arcaded plaza to the sidewalks and thought I saw something in the corner of my eye as I stopped at a wrought-iron pedestrian barrier. Then I saw them, scattered all along the way, pairs of
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I apologize for somehow missing this, I usually do scan my f-list and your entries. Thank you for pointing it to my attention!
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You know, I'm not sure which one of us is stalking the other. You are as much light and shadow as you are substance to me. You read over my shoulder. You whisper in my ears. You blow the hairs on the back of my neck. And you can't be sure that I'm not doing all that to you.
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