Nineteen places, 45 years.
Home every single one, for a while.
Something to write with and to write on.
Books, brushes, collected objects and paintings,
constant reminders of stories,
pictures and memories of so many other people,
some of them just passing by,
on corners or at the little shop next door.
A garden, a deck and one or the other city with so many windows,
mirrors and reflections of nineteen places,
16.thousand and some days, home.
I wonder how many yet to come?
AnnCT Braunsteiner, 2013