Home again. It seems like eons ago, I was eating pastrami sandwiches and salted cukes at Katz's with the girl chef and Jonas... gangsta look.I love being in this space between homes. For a few days, things I take for granted are in motion. The big choices are visible, before I get into the rythym of this part of my life. Movable feast. Deep and refreshing. A kind of being reborn.
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