Weight lifted. NEW NEW NEW. Sound of trains, planes through clouds, quiet hum of emptier space, outer city space,,,, not thinking so much, internal, safe, (remembering the two days I spent in Sorrento, surrounded by lemon groves). Remembering the waxy dark green of gardenia leaves, the sour warm smell of tomato plant leaves rubbed between my fingers.
In short, coming full circle, only, warm, and ringing like a perfect chord.
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