my night was fitful-- of you. dreams of an island country: returns there as a backpacker or as part of a group. you are a guide. the place is not safe.
but you, you were all over. your presence pervaded my night.
a Kashmiri, here, smiled, deliciously, and extended an invitation to visit the mountains, the lake, the muslim place. i found you in the smile, the dark of an Indian stranger.
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