Sunday afternoon in Portimao (algarve)
By benafim
Sunday in Portimao. (Algarve) An empty can of lager, in a sudden gust of wind, fell off a wall and rolled along the pavement. Came to rest in the gutter along side a red lighter thrown away when no longer useful. From under a car, a cat watched me watching the can. The wistful Sunday afternoon was full of silence. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 05:55 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Sunday in Portimao. ..."