Day 92: The Mug That Shattered My Story
Today, something strange happened in the middle of my meditation.
I had brought a mug of sliced papaya into the bedroom - one that Jenn had lovingly cut up for me. The mug was one of my many from Kuwait, one I’ve carried with me for nearly ten years. It said:
“There’s no place like Mahboula.”
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