It’s Strange leaving a place forever on foot

None of the routine of loading up the boot, looking at the house, pulling it shut and heading off


More like setting off on a one way hike

I sat on the doorstep and watched the pine trees opposite wave in the wind, basking in the sun.


Have I settled in so much here that home will feel like a foreign adventure?






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