Tuesday, Aug. 10, 2004 - 11:31 a.m.
When she showered she let the hot tap run until steam filled the room and her reflection in the ill-positioned mirror was nothing but the reflection of a ghost. Unwrapped, unbound, the small and inconspicuous loomed large now acres of flesh to make clean and new. Concentration on soap and outcomes not sensations and intimacy. Warm towel gathered close rubbed roughly over skin and into clothes and the comfort of anonymity.
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