It's snowing outside right now. Watching the flakes drop down through the grey, seeing people rush by in bundled up huddles, together with reading an email from dear Luda (one of our interpreters who quickly became a beloved sister and friend) makes me really, really ... miss Kremenchuk.
I'm starting to parse through my days there. It will be a long and laborious process, and some important words of encouragement given last night give me the joy needed to wade through it.
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