for just a minute - sitting by the fire, oversized mug of coffee in hand, late afternoon light filtering through the curtains, soft music playing, magazine in hand, computer open to a draft of a story I’m writing (as I pause for some inspiration) - I feel at home … and I wish this was mine, wish I wasn’t homeless and living out of a suitcase

for just a minute

but my passport catches my eye and I remember … I don’t yet want a home . yet

4 January 8

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