photo taken last year in Snowden
He doesn’t know his father and she can’t seem to know hers. We will go to the supermarket they say, find a new one just for that day.
Two weeks that heal.
She asked how she had stayed mostly sane and she said something like, it’s just as it is and that’s just what happens sometimes.
She is present - soft and not fazed, her skin is bruised but hers is milk with eyes so kind allowing vulnerability to slip down temporarily beside. Why so many questions why so many doubts just be present she thinks, just be kind.
A girl for every city. Stay rooted, stay rooted, breathe.