Pottering around in the garage, putting away bags and sorting through travel packs - nice and quiet. No interruptions. Plenty of time to think. A pile of clothing waits to be sorted.
Sift and store - medicines, clear containers, bits and pieces that make my life work.
Pack it in boxes. Neat boxes on top of each other.
The news last night showed a man - a Somali refugee. Probably the same age as my husband, yet he looked so much older; gnarled and wizened. He said how he left his farm and walked with his wife and child to Kenya. His wife and child died on the way. He had only what he stood up in. Nothing at all. Just one piece of clothing on his back.
Sift and store - medicines, clear containers, bits and pieces that make my life work.
Pack it in boxes. Neat boxes on top of each other.
The news last night showed a man - a Somali refugee. Probably the same age as my husband, yet he looked so much older; gnarled and wizened. He said how he left his farm and walked with his wife and child to Kenya. His wife and child died on the way. He had only what he stood up in. Nothing at all. Just one piece of clothing on his back.
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