This is all. How could you take your home with you? How could you take your orchard along with you as you are wandering away? Still, you never leave without taking anything away with you. As you leave everything behind, there is still something left for you to take along, it clings on to you, on to your coat's wrinkles, sleeves, pockets, to your brain, to the depths of your soul. And, on the first longer pause along the way, in the first oasis, the seats will sprout. Just like at home.
(Comment by Corneliu Traian Atanasiu)
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