This Beautiful Place

*Originally posted on my Facebook.


I told him I’d traveled, lived in other countries, and he looked at me from across the wide book store table, white hair neatly combed, white shirt gently mussed; “And where is your home?” He asked, accent softly shaping his words. “Oh, it’s here. It’s always been here,” I said, waving a hand toward the window behind me. And for a moment, we both watched life unfold in the intersection below, pockets of people walking, biking, meandering through life in this beautiful place.



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