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Afternoon: She Has Gone Now

Watching the red and yellow dogs tussle and snap--mock warfare on a carpet of amber and jade. Slowlight day winters on-- afternoon again and you're terrified of being alone. Westward's gentle light finds others fallen asleep dustmotes twirl in lazy illumination. The dogs slump to sunwarmed spaces as you reflect upon someone's departure the day before. Unwelcome leavetakings fade slowly, and you're terrified of being alone. © 1978 spark