I met her four weeks ago, but we only got to talk today. She is only two years older than me. Today, she’s wearing dark blue, very high heels. Their color match her suit, which hugs her body tightly. How she sits without the fabric ripping is beyond me. She drives a 2019 Mercedes-Benz andContinue reading “Paying close attention”
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Grief in Rome
Rome, I have come to feel you, like home. Your streets, now yet unfamiliar to my feet. The room in which I sit to write down my grief – a library of books in this, Italian language, a white spacious desk with stacked books in both corners to deliver comfort, a soft green easy chair.Continue reading “Grief in Rome”