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No Fixed Place

Leaving home, I felt the loss
of place, identity, security.
Rootless, I wandered the world
building walls, attempting to recreate.
Slowly I came to know
Home was no fixed place–
Simply the sound of someone softly speaking my name.

No Fixed Place

Leaving home, I felt the loss
of place, identity, security.
Rootless, I wandered the world
building walls, attempting to recreate.
Slowly I came to know
Home was no fixed place–
Simply the sound of someone softly speaking my name.

Ann Rice, 28

Shoreline / Missoula, MT

 
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