Her posts I relate to on an emotional level at times.
Thank you, Shasha
Maybe there is no home, perhaps along the way you didn’t lose your way back there – it just wasn’t part of your experience. In a world where we are accustomed to partaking in a shared story of having a place of comfort and a place of origin, most of us do not share a place of destination. And then there are those of us that do not have a place to rest our heads, as weary as we may seem there is no place that can give us comfort. Past the border to exhaustion is a euphoric sense of comfort knowing that are no longer experiences, just encounters. As temporary as they may seem, each encounter leaves a jewel – twinkling in our memory are a sign or as a warning when a similar encounter approaches.
Have you had a traveler along your path? A dark stranger holding a…
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