Saturday is a slow day in Salies, slow in the good sense of relaxed, unhurried; a nothing-else-to-do day all for me. I love Saturday mornings, awaking and knowing I can laze in bed all I want. Salomé is curled up beside me; by her deep breaths I can tell she is asleep. Continue reading
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KALEIDOSCOPE
Since I came to Salies, nothing ever seems the same. What I mean is that each time I walk down a street, the same street, everything I see is different, like a kaleidoscope shifting unrecognizably with each tiny move. Continue reading
INCOHERENCE
Today I found myself crying twice. It is strange; it is as if I have delved into some deep sadness that bubbles up every time something touches my emotions. The first was an e-mail in the morning from a cousin with whom I have been corresponding over the last year or so. Continue reading
