She is always off to some retreat, somewhere west or north,
I can’t be certain which, not overseas, at least, not over this ocean we are
closest to, seeking refuge she always does when things go sideways, like they
always do, to heal, perhaps forget what brought her back to this place where
she started, no $200, do not pass Go, no time in jail without a get out of jail
card, and I wonder how often she got to walk these streets this game board is
based on, this time of year when all the political entities come together to
conspire, or has she been put out for the moment, looking in on the party she wants
to be a part of, but needing to heal first, to land on her feet, not let all
she has done to get this far go to waste when she can somehow get a new ladder
to climb, if not the same rungs, many of the same familiar faces, going on her
retreat first (in one case sleeping in the same bed James Bond once slept it)
to heal, to reevaluate, to rise again when all is done
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