Small Stone Memory

scene from Wim Wenders' Wings of Desire

We met at someone's house on Lake Placid later that summer, you from Canada and me from Rhode Island. Lying in someone else's big bed, you noticed that my thighs were slightly bigger. You're generally too scrawny, you said, I like it this way.  I held onto the spindles, scratched a mosquito bite, made a cross with my nail to stop the itch.

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