Upon the return…

It is surreal. Somehow what I remember does not match what I see or hear.

The English seems so blunt, forward. The trees—they are larger and grander. My apartment somehow feels smaller than I recall.

But then it’s all the same again as I tumble into sleep back in my own bed.

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