See the chairs in the far corner of this photo? That's one of my most beloved spots -- sitting in the stillness of a crisp, before dawn morning -- watching and listening to the sounds of Marfa rising. (With really good coffee.)
Giselle called me this morning.
"Angeline," she says with her French accent. "Come to see me. I've been to Manhattan shopping."
"And I have some new Old Gringo's and Levis," I sing.
We squeal at the same time.
We'll lounge about in each others clothes. My limbs hanging well below any of her designer hems and her limbs disappearing under my organic cotton ones. We'll be two different birdettes in a forgiving desert town. Girls can do that in Marfa.
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I was sitting in those chairs in October 2009 experiencing a morning all about crisp and coffee, shedding the creaks of the train from the previous day.
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