Category: the basket of random posts filled with beauty
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
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I am here, but not from here. Roots, plucked up. Heart, held close. To protect. Me. I yearn to belong. To the people. To the land. To the waters. But, where do I plant my words when the earth does not recognise me. Anymore. — Wanderer. {A poem on being an immigrant, returned to the…