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I mean there's a bit of New York, but always Wilmington is the epoch I can recall and pluck memories like azaleas from a festival.
that daffodil bursting street in sunset park is my favorite part of spring.
Wilmington does THE BEST spring.
I loved the 4th street house better than Tennessee yet appreciate the appreciation in value of that abode.
the 4th street house was walking distance to my nirvana... and when all those I loved lived nearby for that brief pre-AirBNB wedding Truman show vibe it's got now going... when I was there, I'm certain I was sad and didn't appreciate it.
sweetness follows.
in fact, when I went mad with the divorce of #2
there was no doubt in my mind. I even sold my queen Elizabeth gold coin to make it happen:
I was going to Wilmington and staying downtown. I was going to get my mojo back.
so I did. I wish I could give you photo pictures, yet I'll try with words. It was an October that was an August of heat and leaves fell right as I left and I walked by 100% of the old haunts - mark's north 4th... Tennessee... queen... confederate...Carolina...all of them.
my heartstrings collapsed almost all the nights. I was kept "sane" by watching 'Midsomer murders' on the television from a channel that played them 24/7. There was a night that I was fetal position rocking in sobs having no idea what to do how to make it ok. yet, all I had to do was walk around the neighborhood and river - all the old ghosts of someone loved were there.
pause
new friend wants to go on a walk in a new place...
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