Today I have not broken another person's belonging, injured myself or said anything resulting in uncomfortable silence. A good day. Or maybe I'm getting accustomed to my new lifestyle.
It is evening in Buenos Aires. I'm writing on the terrace, drinking tea and enjoying how the light falls across the worn faces of buildings, looming like white sails around me. I love this time of day. I could drink this light, inhale its honeyed cells.
I am still healing from a bad cold. Took a walk, had lunch with friends . Baby steps. Maybe tomorrow I will venture outside of Recoleta/Once. Maybe I will feel inspired to write...
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