criticism/acceptance - by Ava - bookbear express
I’m in Italy this week and the country, despite being radiantly beautiful, does not particularly agree with me. It’s hot and I hate the heat. All the lakes look the same to me. What I like are the trees—crypress, stone pine, downy oak—and the way they line the narrow winding trees.
I’m in Italy this week and the country, despite being radiantly beautiful, does not particularly agree with me. It’s hot and I hate the heat. All the lakes look the same to me. What I like are the trees—crypress, stone pine, downy oak—and the way they line the narrow winding trees. On vacation, you’re forced to sit still. Something about my difficulty doing so makes me think about how all my life I’ve been searching a very elusive state. It’s a sense of rightness that I find difficult to articulate to others except when I know they’re searching for it too. I’ve found it in certain rooms,…
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