I always missed ‘Home’. I never could give ‘It’
a geographical reality. It took me a while to realize ‘Home’ was nowhere or
everywhere. I was homesick of a lost memory.
“I keep going back
as if I’m looking for something I have lost
back to the motherland, sisterland, fatherland
back to the beacon, the breast
the smell and taste of the breeze,
and the singing of the rain.”
(Heather Nova)
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