Walking through a field
Sometimes it is best to walk through a field without thinking about what is happening in the world. No matter what country, everything is scary. My body is in Madrid, but my thoughts are in Málaga and Gaza.
Tomorrow will be another day where some people will need me to get some hope and then I will be full of energy again. Tonight I just walk, with a small bird as only company. I wish my husband were here, and my dog too, but they are far away. The wind is picking up, which means it will be dark soon.
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