palms queues
a worried man, perhaps, looking over his glasses at me, a short while ago,
when I sat in this, which, I suppose, is a reception chair
looking at money; *seems* worried; just now; cubic inches of notes in
dulled multicolour; and an adding machine, which he taps at random
my love, drawn and tired, this and that looking, a bird
woman with chemical-gold hair and silver shoes
anxious woman in smart black pleated skirt and white silk blouse; handsome;
wedding ring; stockings -- it's thirty-nine degrees -- sandles with one and
a half inch heels; face taut with temporary concern showing the structure;
gold plate bangles; thirty-five perhaps; but, now, as she turns, and as she
pulls at the door, more likely forty, and may be more
tall man in jeans
woman in dress of the geometric period
on the wall, great bank notes of the past, I suppose, in frames; visa
travellers cheques no apostrophe; hand-written note in Greek saying closed
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