i pin my dress down to prevent my legs height from showing.
the wind is picking up and blows the left loose flaps from east to west.
looking around i long to feel the difference in the buildings faces, an amendment to my
exploratory essence.
the park nearby offers a shady spot to read about april and the end of the war.
a chill slips by and urges me to make my way home.
i recall my initial moments of this day...wandering into the sengelese consulate, sitting down and just reading amongst
the faces. im a pale abstraction but right then, i realized how comfortable i felt...a good omen.
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