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Returning home is wanting to leave home
to hostel freedoms
and meetings with foreign strangers
It is a cyclical history of humans
being there, missing sage
blinded by busses and trains
with no windows only beers to keep you sane
but beer is only what you have and
what you wait to appear in crystal necklaces
autumn is here
and memories fall
reminding me of home
and to make plans to go.