They were all edges and glint, floor- length skirts, hair in careless buns; the sun's recent fingerprints still bronze on sleek backs and shoulders. I walked through rooms sparkling with easy laughter, banter, glasses overflowing approval. I admired sunset from a balcony, quiet, wondering if some of the rich gold threads caught in my hair if only for a moment. Lights came on in the valley below where others were tending their stoves, sprinkling ground peppercorns and crushed laurel into a stew whose scent and tang I knew.
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