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I watch the letters one by one populate space on the screen. Nonsense or no sense? Is there a difference?
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You imagine yourself alone
"Privacy"
Imagining the world cannot see you
It can.
And it does.
It sees right through you.
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She walks head toward the departure screen
Another plods forward, head at the ground.
A tarmac uniformed bopping his head
The couple smiling on their way to Vegas.
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What is it about white tennis shoes, blue jeans, and a navy jacket? Something amiss. As if half dressed. As if...casual isnt really casual...that is a crime.
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Vegas attire. Varied. Contained. Fits like skin. And make-up that causes one to wonder about professions...and then the thought: "Vegas baby". There is room for allowance. There is this space from one's home to the plane, through a flight, to the Strip...until the time of returning where anything goes. I wonder, is it genuine or real? If you could dress this way daily--would you? Or are you dressing for a part? And who's rules do you live by if you dress for a place?==========================================
Waiting for my flight...random...what will the next couple of weeks be like...wondering.