our comings and goings seem far gone.
the moment our tiny tin plane landed on the dirt dessert run way, avoiding goats.
our first toilet experience. out the back of a cafe. 3 squats with tin doors. i'm pretty sure i got the number 2's toilet.
the first hour in pader feels years ago. looking back i feel like i was still wearing a blindfold.
suddenly i am here. at a desk. in the city. wishing for a baby in my arms. or to be pumping water with the girls. or to (and i never thought i would say these words) be eating beans and chapatti in a black out.
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