Looking through the keyhole
If hope is a house,
stone walls, thatched roof, gravel path,
roses rambling,
who locked the door and closed the
shutters? Can I get back in?
after Barbara Kingsolver
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Ah!
“You can never go home”.
You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it’s all right.
Maya Angelou