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The French Café
a polyptych of what may have happened after the Martini in Nancy Wilson's Guess Who I Saw Today Prologue: On Reflection Some stories never end - they fade, spoken softly under lamplight, where truth enters quietly, like a draft beneath the door. This one follows three people bound by a single evening: a husband, his wife, and the woman who loved him elsewhere. Their lives unfold not in argument, but in echo - through glass, through memory, through the long light of forgiveness. Each voice stands alone, yet their silences overlap. Like ligh…
The Old Chair - Listening Alone
At the edge of the yard, where weeds choose for themselves how tall to grow, an old chair tilts toward the lilac bush, as if it stopped mid-thought. and never bothered to finish.
