

Continually in places I had never been, with people I had never met, doing things I had never done, the familiar quickly became the unfamiliar, and the unfamiliar the familiar, seek out the unfamiliar in life and find friends amongst strangers.
the unfamiliar has become the familiar and the familiar has become the unfamiliar.
the familiar oil smell is in my mind.
An all new infatuation at an all familiar place.
back to blan and boring, where nothing is new, only familiar.
the cows are lining up for recess.
from here there will no longer be anything familiar.
after eight months i can find a little serenity, a litte peace, at home where all is familiar. amen on this thanksgiving.