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Cara is Italian for beloved. What do you say to your beloved when you see her pausing in the doorway, her cup poised just above the saucer midway to her lips, barefoot, and enchanting?

Do you say, “Hey!”

Or do you just stand there, gaping, speechless, arrested by her charm?

I’m more of the “Hey!” variety.


Cara, oil on canvas by Mike Chambers