This is a strange and different country, this grief, over the things that are
Promised to leave me.
Although I've been here before, I know only very few words in the local tongue, and
Barely any of the customs.
The cuisine too is strange
(and potentially poisonous)
But nonetheless, for now, here I sit:
A polite guest at my host's table
Fork and knife and spoon in hand.
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