Once again the President of Senegal walks across the hotel lobby. Another motorcade has converged outside, another series of black limousines and a phalanx of police. Like all the others, it has attracted a crowd. Everyone is waiting. Once again the President of Senegal enters the labyrinth of stuffed chairs and sofas. The President of Senegal is tangled in upholstery flora and fauna. Everyplace is a soft grotto. Every grotto has soothing mimosas. Momentum leaks away. The front door is so far away.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 09:09:11 +0000
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