Life was simply different there, and you had to look a lot harder, or closer, to find it.
I think for awhile I had an attic and basement full of them, maybe an entire house.
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Was it someone’s nickname? A wish? A warning? A confession?
What a gift to get,
Even at an end–
To begin anew again.
If you look it up, there is no real synonym for the heart, no one word that means quite the same thing.
I decided to do… something that got me moving through the world in a way that reminded me of how beautiful it can be, and that I needed to enjoy each and every day while I can.
They are constant, visual reminders to me of all the places I’ve been, the things I’ve seen and learned, and the other travels, hopefully, still to come…
Writing had become my way of telling myself my own stories, looking for clues in all the tangled events…
The world was surely a very different place… yet I can’t help but believe people themselves weren’t that dissimilar from who they are now.