July 4, midsummer night swing. I was sitting, listening to the music, and you came into view: café au lait complexion, unapologetically white close-cropped curls, elegant stance. I said to my brother: "Now, there's a rarity, a truly beautiful older woman." You turned, I smiled at you, you shot back a big warm smile. Then you strolled way, and because I don't accost women in public, I let you go. Is it conceiveable that you are a NYR reader, and will respond? email@example.com.
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