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Date Posted: 11:55:47 11/13/03 Thu
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: webcacheB01a.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.168.163
Subject: Re: Monsoon I
In reply to: Rafa�l 's message, "Monsoon I" on 15:05:04 11/01/03 Sat

Very interesting and intriguing. You draw your reader in well. I look forward to reading more.

Raphaela

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>Monsoon I
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>Delicately poised cylindrical concise in form while
>blended by transparency
>a single glass of matured-full bodied claret. The
>plumes from burning weed
>that awaits to be freed while a highness defies royal
>decree.
>Where now to wander in thought, as day prescribes a
>little less than desire to
>adorn an agenda which aches for titillation and total
>consummation.
>Footsteps perhaps, and some of that mist, yes you know
>the stuff, atmospheric
>and did I forget to mention how dark this all seems?
>
>Let�s go�... A lamp burns one side of the street, the
>bustle inside a door beyond
>persuades a little closer inspection. �Jesus lives in
>Accra�, a sign above the door
>relays in a tongue imposed when imperialism came to
>stay.
>�God bless you� a dusky, almost sensual voice exclaims
>upon entry into where
>each guest checks in. �Would you like a room� she
>enquires sheepishly while her
>eyes transfixed by my paleness enquire further. �Yes
>please, two days� I reply
>with my usual economical wordiness. In taking the pen
>from her hand I notice
>the dark skin of her voluptuous bare mid-drift and
>then scribble my name.
>�Do you have a telephone I can use please� I ask while
>she rattles and eventually
>selects a single key from a drawer beneath the
>counter.
>�The telephone, over there� she points as I depart
>deciding the hour inappropriate
>and that perhaps sleep, a necessary pursuit best
>explored from within my room.
>5am voices from outside the window curtail my
>temporary unawareness, it occurs
>to me after a few moments I cannot understand a word
>they are saying.
>Curtains drawn and my eyes adjust a little quicker
>than my perception is able or
>inclined, and I ponder my motivation for being here.
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>Remembering how out of no-where an e mail arrived
>explaining how my address
>had appeared in cyber-space and indicated UK as being
>where I might reside.
>A young woman having a curiosity while exploring a new
>caf� in which they say
>a world too far away can be displayed. Now here I am,
>at her invite still wondering
>why? and overwhelmed to some extent by this.
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