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A poem about finding your place #Poetry #movement #Comfort #Moving #Hope #Paris #Chaos

There is a gentle light shining in this place that is not yet home, pouring hope into a hold beginning to pull on my grip.

There is a light, a subtle light adding a lightness to all that is weighing; the furniture, the fittings, the fitting in to a city that has not changed during my absence while I have not stopped, a city often angry as I search for a place of solitude amid all that leans tow…