#Notebook #56

She sat alone in the hotel’s lobby…looking at herself in her hand held mirror gazing at the face reflected…her own face..a face she no longer can distinguish from the others… just a random face in the crowd…she looked at her black pants…hundreds of men..collective stains…collective memorabilia..a vast collection of traces…marks..signature scents of them all…all of those combined among the creases of her fabric. 


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