Every morning a woman with long brown hair drags a harp out onto the balcony across from ours, and practices for an hour, wearing a little yellow baby doll neglige and black g-string underwear - all made of lace.
I've never heard her music. It gets lost in the wind.
Just watched her hair, and yellow lace, flying.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
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