Home is Not at Home-Etudaye MA
i am plucking a few pale stars to braid the tale of a sky. there are times i scour for home like the first time i saw fire quenching light. i woke up to see father’s chest stuffed with muzzles, mother managed to hold her breaths to bid us farewell as she withered in flames. home is not … Continue reading Home is Not at Home-Etudaye MA
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