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Give me a thou­sand kisses, then a hun­dred … – Cat­ul­lus

His texts were brief and dis­ap­point­ing – Weather not good it’s rain­ing. In spite of cross­ing moun­tains he’d lit­tle more to say – In Ora, Italy, but ev­ery­one speaks Ger­man.

She replied she missed him, got up to make her morn­ing tea, heard this had been the cold­est May − snow on the hills hadn’t melted, it was wait­ing for the spring.

She dropped honey from a spoon, saw the beech in her gar­den un­furl, heard the dou­ble beep of a text from a much too lit­eral world.

He’d sent a pho­to­graph – the largest lake in Italy. She plunged into the deep blue and tin­gled with a thou­sand kisses.

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