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April 7, 2010

The Indian Girl in the Cafeteria: I watched you today as you crossed the cafeteria I saw your flawless skin, cat eyes, turned up nose, fantasy curves, and perfect saunter, with your hair flowing free tossed by some imaginary unseen wind and a trailing scent that would make a grown man forget his own name. You never paused; you moved with purpose and out the door, leaving behind a memory of a glimpse of a dream of a heaven.

A moment of perfection.

I looked away, and saw every other man do the same. I wish I knew your name.