in_these_seemingly_effortless_gestures fyn gula she smiles from far away, recognizing him in a sea of winter faces, so may people in need of sun. she waves. he sees her. they call out from the silence of the memory of their last time together when the world was a slippery game they played and came out losers. they talk of her own feelings of enormous good fortune and he can only think with distracted affection of himself, realizing she is the widow here. 030130 what's it to you? who go blather from