For example, still waiting for my passport with a Russian Visa inside.
My rental car oil light was on this weekend. Instead of paying attention to that I drove it to the beach and back on a rainy Saturday. I played in the waves and sat on the sand till my lips turned blue because it is hard to stay warm in the rain on a cloudy beach.
Then my car broke down on the highway Monday morning. When I finally got to work I cried in the staffroom and a co-worker I have never really talked to offered me his onigiri. I refused it.
The distance between places that have become home and places I have never seen is growing shorter.
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Now when I see a picture of your apartment somehow I see it in a different way, since I have actually been there!
That is Brad's apartment. But ... ok.
Oops - it kind of looks like yours doesn't it?
This entry was like a prose poem.
Christine, I am sure the internal monologue of your life sometimes reads like a prose poem.
Jane, sure.
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