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Aug 2020
Like sand
he slipped away from me
he was Hiraeth
a lost home
to me
(n.) a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that never was.
Terra Levez
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Terra Levez  16/F/Where the wild things are
(16/F/Where the wild things are)   
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     Ela and Eshwara Prasad
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