It sinks in slowly, but firmly.
You are not at home here, but this may still be your home.
You do not belong here, this may still belong to you.
You spend a lifetime looking for home. Maybe that is not the question, after all.
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.
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- Cajsa
- "If I can go to New York, live madly, and write. I will want for Nothing."
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