I started the day talking to P in her apartment, sitting across from her at her dining table.
And I ended the day chatting to her, sitting at the Mac at my desk, thousands of miles away.
The suitcase is lying open on the floor, contents all jumbled up as I took my time to unpack. The dogs are sniffing at everything, trying to work out where I've been. How different does another hemisphere smell?
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