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High Noon

Foreign students sit, practicing English
workers, alone, with their paper-wrapped meals
already regret where they must return.

Layabouts, supine, whose eyes watch the sky
everyone moves in their own well-worn paths
close and distant never daring to meet.

The Origins of Obsession

If we could define the moment that gives birth to infatuation, would it be a single bright spark, or a slow kindling fanned by the breath of incessant thought?

What I know, is that once I've latched onto something, I will research it into the ground, usually forsaking time I should be spending doing other things, like work or sleep or domestic tasks. This is not surprising, from a girl who grew up regularly reading the dictionary, because once you look up one word, you see another. And another...

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