May 15
The days were idled away,
resting in my armchair near the sunniest window
My favourite song was the gentle hum of the laundry machine
and the rhythmic passing of cars on the street
The high notes were the sirens, the horns and the hollering
To someone unaccustomed, it could be less than therapeutic, but I was a city girl,
and this was home.
April
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April  17/F/California
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