Candelo (2012)

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Genres: Fiction
It was suddenly clear. The indecision I had been lost in no longer made sense. It no longer seemed possible that I could not know.
I sat on the damp front step of Mouse’s flat, sharing a joint and remembering Mitchell, and as I looked out across the garden, as I watched each tree, each bush slowly taking shape in the beginnings of the day, I knew that I could not do it. Not on my own.
Letting myself into my flat, I saw it all in the half-light from the window. Two small rooms, with my clothes on the floor, my books stacked underneath the windows, the dishes in the sink, the chaos that had surrounded me since Marco had left. The chaos that was there before he had turned up in my life. The chaos in which he had attempted, unsuccessfully, to make a small dent, an impression of change.
Outside, the sun was now streaking the ocean crimson, the line of sky skirting the horizon impossibly rich in its blue.
When we first started living together, I would wake Marco to look at the dawn.
I had n
...ever watched that transition from night to day with Anton.MoreLess
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