And a bit like with friends that move away, the longer it's been since you've written, the harder it seems to write again.
For the moment there are just random things floating around in my head... prostitutes in the play B and I saw last week... the 50 year old woman in the metro with velcro sneakers and a teddy bear keychain... will I return to the same dance school in fall? ... should I continue with the same company I currently tutor with? ... we don't have any tomatoes left .... my desk is a mess again .... can I risk hand washing that skirt marked dry clean only? ... at least the flowers on our balcony are growing...
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