what you see is my reflection
I Wish I Could Explain
[...] there is no home, not yet. I see this now. I keep writing “I want to go home” over and over again. Like my grandmother the last time I saw her, clutching my [...]
[...] wasn’t going to write but then as I determined the title, I remembered this post. Then I remembered something [...]
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[...] there is no home, not yet. I see this now. I keep writing “I want to go home” over and over again. Like my grandmother the last time I saw her, clutching my [...]
[...] wasn’t going to write but then as I determined the title, I remembered this post. Then I remembered something [...]