Inquietude

A relocation; a wholly new life – so scarily natural and easy as if I did it every other day.  A life fully claimed, yet at times seeming to be someone else’s. A life, so very dense, so intense; a life where nothing is quite urgent or important enough not to go out to the Square or the garden if the sun comes out.

So many names, faces, stories and attitudes to remember (or discard, and that is the harder), and as yet none I could claim I know.

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