Tag: belonging
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Every morning, the same question. What does my dream home look like? Two answers. Always two. Mountain A wooden cabin. High up. Weathered cedar. Windows…
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I was twelve when the ground shifted beneath my feet. Not a child anymore, not quite a teen. That murky in-between where nothing fits right.…
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Growing up as a Bessarabian Bulgarian in a close-knit community, I was surrounded by the rich traditions of my ancestors. Despite this, I often felt…
S.J. Asher 