Some of us live in a per-
petual state of exile,
but exile is not always 
imposed by place;
there are those who are left there 
by the passage of time,
and those who were simply 
born misfits into the world. 
All who live in exile however,
have this in common:  
we carry small pieces of our
native worlds with us,
like round, worn pebbles,
that are 
sometimes in our pockets,
and sometimes in our shoes.
Monday, October 10, 2011
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