you in the window

it is not fair she

said. I flick through

the moments and it

dominates the frame

here. I chose the

angle which would

communicate the

feeling. Affrontement.

Solid face of white

stone ,little windows

(all cut in so tidy, so

beside). I liked it. Liked

the way  I would get

lost inside. I know. It

isn’t fair , I want

to see you too. I’ll

watch the little windows

cut. I’ll have to go alone.

Grand.

I send you the picture.

tell you I took it

that Thursday.

when in fact,

it’s dated week

and six days

prior. Maybe

you will notice

maybe not.

Chancellor.

It’s not fair she

said. I   know.