
View from Abroad
My first trip abroad was in 1985. I traveled solo, called by Greece’s siren song. The land, the people, the language, both written and spoken,
My first trip abroad was in 1985. I traveled solo, called by Greece’s siren song. The land, the people, the language, both written and spoken,
The light filters in through the geraniums that are wondering when they’ll get to go outside. I rest my head back in an attempt to
My shallow breath rises from somewhere in my chest, small sips of air. I long for the deep drinks that satisfy– breaths coming long, slow
Each of us pulls our own cart filled with the luggage of our lives.
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