TRANSITION


A transplanted journalist, in forced (relatively luxurious vacation), tries to find her bearings. “The hardest trial is just being alone.

Four decades of always having at least one soul on hand, a year of living with sisters and an extended family. Now I mosey around a small, empty cottage. The silence deafens at night. It is fucking cold and summer’s not officially ended yet. I read and read and listen to meditative tapes to ward off tears.”

“TRANSITION” via Grace Notes by the scaRRedcat

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