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November 16, 2015
Slipping in is not the right term. I don't want to put on the old familiar clothes hanging in old familiar closet. The now me wants to wear the colourful (sometimes with a u, sometimes without) new clothes from the other place - the purple jacket and the turquoise scarf, the red boots and the rainbow purse, the green hat and the polka dot socks. I see even now how I stand out like a peacock against the endless hip and chic of black and black and black and maybe some beige. The occasional bright red scarf is visible for blocks.