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Switter’s World's avatar

I felt every word you wrote. How our seasons can change from winter to summer in a few hours of seats in the upright and locked position travel, and how we can go from the warmth of family and friends to the cold solitude of a strange new place.

Move after move, from country to country, we disposed of almost everything with each uprooting, except for a couple of U-Haul boxes of necessities. Adventures in Moving, those boxes promised. It felt liberating to leave it all behind.

All except the books. They are the red winter berries that stayed on my leafless branches. They are my minds conversations, learning moments, travel companions, souvenirs, consolation, and the tangible remnants of my inner life.

The books remain.

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Susan J Tweit's avatar

Thank you. I needed to hear this right now, as literal and metaphorical winter deepens in America. I can be like a garden in winter, strong and beautiful, and I can be the buds that help spring come again.

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