passages   PIECE | Oh Santorini sun, fiery minx, you set like no other; all dressed in amorous promises, you lean in to kiss the horizon and our voluptuous human longing for romance becomes so tangible. But, alas, the faster you near the embrace, the more passion becomes skirmish. To hell with loving surrender, everybody doesn’t want peace; a piece is what we crave! We miss gentle caresses down here, in this crossfire of sharp elbows and hectic shutter shot staccatos; but none of us can afford time or space for sentiments while demanding our rightful peek. Like the tide below, the second wave of people has arrived to replace the first; yet, the flesh pours in erratically, unlike the smoothly transitioning surf. We are all here, now, but not in the moment and not together. Oh Santorini sun, you lured us with union, but all you gave was divide. Now you wander west to seduce another sorry lot of naïve fools, leaving us in the dark.

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