Where would I go if I couldn’t go home? Would I find the means to travel the world, a vagabond with no tether?
Might I show up in postcards mailed from exotic destinations, wish you here, but secretly glad you stayed behind?
I’m afraid I’d live in a marginal world, on the edge of respectability, begging scraps from passing cars.
If I couldn’t go home, I would never build a new one. I lack the proper tools, but perhaps I’d find a better one.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Nicely thoughtful , especially how it starts with the world being the oyster and then becomes something that suits.
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Thank you!
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so poignant, so thoughtful and such lovely images to go with it
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I like the thought of carrying my home around like a turtle.
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well my turtles seem to enjoy it lol
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There are so many people who cannot go home. We close our hearts and borders in the name of safety and the almighty “JOBS” cry. We cut health care and say we are improving it. It is enough to make me into an activist. Not a flashy one but to do what I can to stem the insanity and coldness that seems to be sweeping the world.
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You’re so right.
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I love your writing style. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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Thank you!
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