A time for solace
The insides of your clothes are wet from the outside. Unbuttoned from your routines you are free, away from the familiar theatre, to appreciate those things which escape your everyday performances. Is it that you have disposed of or merely forgotten beauty? Here, on this balcony, on this lounger, in this foreign situation, you notice how you can experience through all of the senses in your possession. And some of those you didn’t even know existed in you, or anyone else, frankly.
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