Groundhog Day here, the park of the baths of Porretta, the place where I work for four summers.
start writing again, or at least I try ....
start living again, or at least try ....
Loneliness, long time, the long swim to help mourn. And 'as if suddenly regained the touch, sensitivity anaesthetized the body for too long. She returned to take care of myself. And I can finally enjoy the sun and wind on the skin, the intense fragrance of roses and lavender in the park, litter of eight Paperini just hatched and already swimming behind their mother duck, wild boar that from my hotel window I have seen in the river drinking. Groundhog
without Lucia. I look at her picture and I remember it was embracing, the scent of her hair as she smiled and moved away, laughing. I miss so much. But I think of all that we are able to do together, and my heart is at peace.
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