I’m listening to you. I’ve got my hands folded, just so. I’m willing them to stay put, to not move about, to not gesture, to not reach out and grab you.
I’m trying to make sure my body language says that I understand, that I want to hear more. It’s hard to not laugh though, as you tell me how you think this place (this dry ugly place) is worth your time and your energy.
My face tries to betray me, I will it to remain neutral. I listen, I try, to understand. But I can’t. This alien landscape hurts my heart. You need to come home with me, now. Come back to Kansas, Dorothy. Back to the land you know, that we know. Stop fooling yourself, the desert is not where you belong. Remember, there’s no place like home, this, this desert, it’s just a bad dream Dorothy…
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(Yes this is another attempt at an inventive interpretation of one of the many black and white photos my husband has given me over the years, I hope you enjoyed my creative narrative)
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