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three months fit into suitcases if you are willing to use violence. #
Milano. Home. My room. Mom. Angel in the hallway. Familiar noises. Familiar everything. I already miss the sea and I’ve been back approximately five minutes, but I’m also ridiculously happy to see my own room. This is the problem with having more than one place that feels like home. Returning and leaving happen simultaneously.
Mom looked at my luggage and asked how I acquired more bags than I left with. I told her the bags reproduced during summer.
She did not accept this explanation.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.