Wednesday, June 19


In Breakfast At Tiffanys by Truman Capote, Holly explains,

"I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is but I know what it is like."

     I don't think I've found this place of mine. I thought it was London, but in December I found myself disenchanted with the city. Maybe it was the grey skies or my aching feet. Something in it was lost. Maybe this place is in Cape Town, or Thailand or Florida. Maybe it's in Edmonds. I don't know where to look but I guess I better start.

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