Hejira
A countenance of alertness and tension and a vague sense of sorrowed hope accompanied my wait, walking around slowly, feeling the textures of things for their concrete value; the scratch of a tightly woven antiquated chair before I slowly sat down on its arm and folded my hands in my lap. I was there by myself, with no one to attest for anything’s
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