My son said that I am looking for emotional connection. He’s right, of course. I am. Always. I have found some here. Sitting under the pines. So tired from the journey. Gazing at the twisted trunks and glistening foliage of olive trees. This place. My heart has made an attachment to it. I am moved- almost to tears. I’m feeling a different sort of heaviness at the thought of departure. Not the usual let down of a dwindled vacation. Something.. I don’t know. I can’t say how. Like a faint twinge of heartbreak. My son says I am over tired and it will all be better as soon as we’re home. He’s right. He’s wrong. I don’t know. I just don’t know
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