Apparently I am at the mercy of a poetry muse. It seems she didn’t care for last winter either, and she vanished. Our friends and we were discussing the health of his mother recently. It made me think of many…
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You can’t go home again
I live in Portugal. An ocean away from my native country, customs and language. After a year, I was weary of not knowing anything – or that’s how I felt. I had acute sensations of separation, isolation and loneliness. I…
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Wayne
