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in everything I see, do, hear, smell, am; some kind of gravity brings me back to home.
the way the leaves chuckle when I walk by, the smell of burning wood as we pass along the shore, the sky’s brilliant goodbye to us: it’s all there, spelled out.
the mesmerizing chants and their undertones of a mysterious sort of love;
they remind me of how wrong I am. how right I could have been…
the way I can’t understand them, no matter how hard I try—
it means they’re playing my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams;
but in a language I can’t even begin to understand.
maybe this is goodbye for us?
the life of a girl and her dreams.
