Hello dear friends! Finally I’m catching up with a quick dispatch, all about moving.Looking west through the sliding doors - sun after the rain Pockets of Coziness Before moving, we progressed daily in order and chaos, shuffling along the corridors created by piles of our things. Throughout the days I found small pockets of coziness to remind me of a usual life. When the move became more immanent, I was at sea with boxes floating all around me, and nowhere to stand for very long. Just as I settled in one spot, boxes grew into looming high towers, reducing the pathway to just enough space to walk, reminding me of the hoarder’s newspaper stacks in
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