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I squirm when I sit still. I think about elsewhere, and how we will get there.

But I mustn’t overlook this place.

Yes, I write about not knowing where or what home is.

That something is missing, that here isn’t quite right.

Then I walk around. I explore where I live.

And I’m reminded that things, truly, are fine.

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