My house is white, with a concrete floor and a view that looks out over all of Panecillo. If I walk down the cobblestone road, past the school and take a right, I can pick up a popsicle from Don Vicente’s store and ask directions one more time to Heidi’s house.
More tomorrow. I am here, I am safe, my mind is being blown.
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This short entry has so much subtle imagery. 🙂