The stars are her guide home
- Lecturas 18
- Votos 2
- Partes 4
This is a somewhat long poemish story related to hiraeth,
as some of you already know..every day Some feel the erge to go "home"
but some cannot exactly go home...
so here is a poem about home...
This story/poem does get quite confusing at times.....
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