ΑΠΟΣΤΟΛΙΔΗ ΠΕΝΝΥ

FOUND THINGS
"IN MEMORY OF HAPPIER TIMES..." she says, surprising me, crinkling her chin and stretching her mouth in mild disapproving amusement. We are sitting on the veranda, the Saronic Sea is at its bluest and most transparent and I've just shown her my little Greek book with our wild green gathering expeditions, all four of which conclude at her doorstep, with me, holding bags of foraged greens, unnecessarily triumphant. She has been leafing through it, noticing the "posterized" picture of herself playing the piano and missing the other one on the...
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