Wherefore Art I Joshua?
In my apartment complex, the interior-facing above-ground-floor apartments have balconies of sorts: little stucco protrusions from the balustrade. Walking back to my apartment tonight, I saw an attractive Mediterranean-looking young woman leaning over one and saying something quietly. Presumably no one but she could make out the words.
I had my mouth open to exclaim, “She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel!” but bit my tongue — not so much for “esoteric” as for “creepy“.
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