Something familiar

Something familiar

Speaks to my soul

In a world that I am not used to.

So many little things

I struggle to learn

To adjust and adapt each day


I walked into a public library

I could have been back at home

The staff were just as helpful

The air smelt the same

The books were there, stacked waiting

Everything worked the same way.

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