When I am down, I take myself on a walk. Relief arrives softly, almost immediate. It always rises in my body as sensation. Sometimes a release in the solar plexus, Other times a tingle through my fingertips. Occasionally, it reaches my eyes— gently lowering my gaze, reflecting quiet contentment Joy

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The results of a month of hard work 🧜🏼‍♂️

Feeding the children

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There are still things I want to tell you. Small things, mostly. A plant I finally learned the name of. Something stupid one of my cats did. A sentence I heard on the street that would have made you laugh. A tree somewhere in Berlin carrying fruit, the kind we would have stopped to inspect as if discovering it ourselves. Sometimes something happens and my first thought is still: I have to tell you this. And for one tiny second, you still exist exactly where you used to. Then I remember. There is nowhere to send it anymore.

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