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Sunday morning: two guys in their twenties, one dressed all in black, one dressed all in white. 7:45 a.m. The guy in black was blonde, the guy in white was raven-haired. Of course. The guy in black was more leather and chains, while the guy in white wore flimsy layers, soft fabrics. He flowed. Side by side, hands in their pockets, coming home from who knows where. Going north on Division. Somewhere else in the city, two crumpled girls hating the sunlight.

Saturday afternoon: watching C make a left turn on a red light. An easy, lazy kind of turn. Just as she finished the manoeuvre I said, You just made a left turn on a red light. She took her foot off the gas, slowed right down, starting looking around and behind her -- What? I did not! Did I? -- like she could reverse out of it and take it back, make time go backwards. Just keep going, I said.
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  1. illustration poetry9:12 am

    hmmm :))

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  2. Krista12:53 pm

    I miss people watching in Kingston and guessing where they are going...

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  3. Anonymous3:17 pm

    I have gone through red lights before...it's a scary thing when a driver does that. It's weird, because I usually catch it at the very end of being through the light. I like these detailed scenes. I should do that just for memory exercise.

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  4. Susan Schwake4:10 pm

    people watching is fun. we have an *it's ok on red to go right after a stop* but as far as i know, the left on a red is kamakazi! i have done it and it's terrible feeling...

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  5. Stephanie9:32 pm

    I love your writing style. I feel like I'm there. I felt her energy as she looked over her shoulder.

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  6. Kay11:39 pm

    very funny since tragedy was avoided!

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  7. ieva jansone5:49 pm

    sunday morning: crazy, isn't it? i see it. and it looks like it was a dream. or a film. surreal. but i know, i know - scenes in the real life can be more surreal as in any crazy film.
    really like your "seens", darryl.

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