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A brief encounter with a woman I’ll never see again.

Sometimes a single word says everything that needs to be said.

My grammar, you’ll have noticed, is perfect. My experience with a recent editor, not so much.

A writer, a recovering addict, a TED talker — and my inexplicable, overwhelming physical reaction to her.

Curating the art of the breast shot, one theme at a time.

A woman on the subway, described.

I’ve got a lot to be thankful for — family, material fortune, and, maybe most of all, the fact that I’ve mostly stopped being at war with myself.

Her ambivalence is rampant. Mine, vanquished.

The title pretty much says it.

Two encounters with impossible beauty, and nothing to do but be haunted.