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Spanish Stillness
Walking
The world around me is how it used to be:
Fresh, alive, peaceful, welcoming.
Alone but not alone,
I’m part of this world again,
not fighting it
not worrying.
Not competing and being judged.
A modest meal awaits,
with good wine,
a shower
A bed.
Tuesday 22nd February 2022 7:44 am
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