At the very moment they find a place to belong, a land to call their own, they are carried away, not by choice,but by the wind to yet another land. Who knows when they will once again find, settle, and call somewhere home. Just like me and all those who have never truly found a place, a land, a soil to name as their own. These places are the temporary home of the clouds. They are now trying to harmonize with this space,hoping, perhaps, to find a safe place where they can finally belong.
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