There's a bright restaurant, all windows, along the river. It looks over at the castle in the nighttime.
The castle says, "I'm beautiful."
The restaurant says, "I'm alive."
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The restaurant would trade its life for beauty in an instant, I think, because it does not slow down and breathe in that life. It is making money, money, money. We are in a little hurry to have fun and take in beauty and talk about having seen it. But we are alive, unlike every castle.
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On Monday, we saw banana trees drooping low, bearing their lush bunches closer and closer to earth.
On Tuesday, we saw a wall of leafy vines, all turning from green to burnished red, draped over a wall.
Like a shawl.
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