… I studied the painting that hangs over the small fireplace. Immerse myself in art, I told myself. Immerse myself in the conversation of those strollers, people who seem to move about more comfortably in their early-evening twilight than I do, people of maybe sixty years ago.

Diane B. Saxton
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… I studied the painting that hangs over the small fireplace. Immerse myself in art, I told myself. Immerse myself in the conversation of those strollers, people who seem to move about more comfortably in their early-evening twilight than I do, people of maybe sixty years ago. The narrator is trying to escape from her life by immersing herself in the past and imagining the lives of others around her. She is finding life boring and is trying desperately to find a way to keep herself busy. She wants to feel like she belongs to this world and finds it hard to participate in conversations between old men and women. #

Source: Peregrine Island

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