I remember being 21 years old, having been
on my own for four years, waking up with my lover in a third floor walk up in
Brattleboro Vermont, at his place, where the living room/bedroom looked out
upon the Connecticut, far below. I remember us rubbing out our sleepy eyes,
pulling on clothes, walking down all those stairs to the sidewalk of downtown
Brattleboro, below, Hanging a left to the bakery, grabbing an eclair and a
coffee, to have with our cigarettes. It was a sweet confusing time. Having all
that for breakfast felt horrible. I didn't know, yet, that there was anything
else.
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