I remember you now,
you were the soft and tan-skinned girl
that I am in love with.
I am dreaming that I am far away,
crossing the Himalaya with some porters,
and then suddenly in a market square
floating in the treetops,
drifting down to you,
where we embrace under the moon.
Those are good places to find you,
to remember that I am next to you,
lying in bed after a long day
writing the details of stories
other than mine.
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