she still recalls the leaves: the way they'd blow outside those big, cracked windows. her happy times were simple: there was a modicum of security and her people. when they left, it was because life is about movement; but her heart goes back often -- because love is sometimes very much about not letting go
The exodus is always painful but life has to go on. Nice words.
Do check this out too. https://societalens.wordpress.com/blog/