Where Are You?

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I brought my hands interlaced behind my neck. My elbows wide, my heart opened and forward. Closed my eyes and took a long deep breath.

“You are here.” A voice in my head.

Russian flowing from the next table. French from the other. American English from the little girl sitting with her dad in front of my table. Gentle murmur of conversation all surrounding. Chill lo-fi playing in the…