Cross-legged outside of the Library, she holds her IPhone in the prayer position, as her husband collects books about Buddhism inside.
I can see the fifteen years she spent in Seattle in the color scheme of her weekend wardrobe; all black in the worst heat of August.
I hear her native Berkeley when she advises me to inquire about the true “organic” certification of Farmer’s market venders when looking for a bargain.
Coolly, she smiles when I tell her why I’m asking about her bike (she writes blogging software).
I write this timidly; no doubt she will remember the URL.
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