i have taken my second bath in my new place. it is looking like home without quite yet feeling like it... will get there...
beautiful image on my walk between new apartment and old: russian women in headscarves stoop to pick up scattered slices of white bread. why has someone thrown good bread on the ground, they seem to ask? one pokes a piece with her cane. i say hello in english. she says hello in english back. they are wearing skirts. they are poking bread.
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