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May 2020
When I see pictures of where I’ve been,
it still feels like home in a way.
I think of entryways I have stopped entering
Still sparing a spot for my slippers.

We may be a place that I never go again
but in the negative spaces of this photograph,
you’re still mine
to claim as a home.
Anne M
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         Anne M, Max Neumann, Adaley June and Carlo C Gomez
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