Moving

Moving

Moving—going from one place to another. I have trouble doing that. I have done it too often and the changes have not been good. Pretty words have comforted me for a minute or two. I have felt better and stronger. This will be a good thing, some have told me. The change came because it had to and it wasn’t good. It was often (but not always) similar as I what I left. I am comfortable here—here meaning wherever I happen to be. This may or may not be true.

 

 

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