Threshold

Inside a space that is already comfortable and mine, that I can already call home, although I have been here for a day or so. Outside a place I am still measuring and trying to understand better.
The kids, outside, I think they are doing the same, from an opposite point of view: “What’s going on in that strange little yellow house in the middle of our square?”

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