it's nice to be back, after seven years. i remember the metro, the stations, the walks, the places. this is where i finally learn to love olives. the food is even better. the present is clearer.
i remember the pain. not the sharp misery, but the blindsiding unexpectedness of a call in the middle of the night. c'est la vie.
i am blessed. one of the holidays i treasure the most, a second time over.
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