Something about the arrival of August is very romantic. Perhaps it is the slow decline of summer, planning the last bit of vacation, admiring the freckled shoulders of the women on the train. Whatever it is, I find myself wanting to get out the chessboard and play long games with Przemek by moonlight We sit late into the night drinking wine and discussing combinations. Every night I go to bed intending to rise at 5 am and write poetry, but I have yet to be successful at rising this early.
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A - Chess by moonlight is poetry enough.
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