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On the rooftop

to sketch a pretty view she sees the red tile roofs are not one red but pink and brown and gray and even blue, an evening tint that reddens, darkens, fades: sky light. she waits until the Spanish roofs are colorless as the sketchbook in her hand; the moment is preserved like an image on undeveloped film.