I wander around an empty apartment. There are just remains now. A couple of hangers in a closet, reminders that once there were clothes there; a small basket used as a catch-all in the bathroom; a paperclip on the floor; Continue reading
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TRANSITION
Neither here nor there. Madrid is empty, winding down. Salies is empty, awaiting. Everything is in between. This is to be lived. Writing is not possible. I observe. People come, things leave, spaces regain their rightfulness, cycles close. I am ready. Three days to go, the countdown begins. This Blog will await me in France when my regular computer arrives and normality once again allows the mind to settle and create. Till then, au revoir, hasta luego, Thank you for checking in. Brianda