seasons, moons and skies and more featured in a life recovered. The interspersed of life in turmoil and the beauty outside in everything to me. The freshness of the perfumes and washing powder on people, the first taste again of warm food. It took three months after much I do not speak of. To enjoy home.
A bath taking all afternoon on arriving back home one March day. The supposedly self neglect. And then I got in that bath again and again. The sensations of warm and warm and warm ...
The obsessive in repeat of all things good!
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