2003-03-16
9:24 a.m.
watching the shopkeepers watching the shops
Southampton at 9 on a Sunday. I feel like a tiny secret, covered with ivy and misty sunshine. I've been sitting outside a lot, talking to people I inherently love and barely know, I've been looking from the windows of trains to horses grazing and hills rolling. I've been drinking in the country's history, and also my own. I've held pictures of my mother when she was 5 and shy and adorable, her round face and her snub nose. Pictures of my grandmother at 8 months. And palm trees. And the same ocean I usually see, but from the other side and with a far warmer wind coming off it. And cobblestone streets, Marks & Spencer's potato scones, tea and tea and tea. I just don't want to leave, you know. cause they're the only ones that ever talk to me
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