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Belonging
I always felt like this is where I belong, she said, and in some ways she is talking about the other side of my story, but my story is that where I felt I belonged but, then as it goes, I no longer belong there, I float, anchorless, but, for the time being, at least I still have a rudder, tiny as it is, it is mine.
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