sometimes i find the cultural differences a little hard to deal with, in the people mostly, but also sometimes when its too hot, i long for a rainy walk in the lush lumpy hills of somerset but then i catch a glimpse of that which is universal.
for this time i see a grandmother, her grandson grabs her hand to drag her to see something. she is different in colour and shape, language and her life is so far apart from that which i know but i believe i would find that look in every corner of the world.
these steadfast thoughts sustain you through the nostalgia and comfort craving.
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