Two women, both Greek, both look very Greek but not at all alike; one dressed with thought and one with utility, one tanned, one pale, one slim, one not, seated next to each other as the train scuttles into the light from the tunnel.
In perfect, almost poetic harmony they both glance out of a window at a passing church and silently cross themselves, then return to their differences.
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
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