the life of liza
late summer
There are photographs that speak, and then there are photographs that sing.
I can hear this one as I type, as I gaze at this face bathed in light as warm as a bell; it has the slow, smooth, low, liquid voice of a woman singing under her breath as she thinks about her man. It has a voice that rises through the motes of dust in the sun, and it’s sweet as honey. Sweet as late summer. Sweet as late afternoon clothes drying on the line, work done for the day, and your lover waiting for you inside.
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