There’s a kind of vertigo in this moment—a dizziness, a weightlessness, like the ground itself is slipping out from under me. The past tugs at my spine, whispering of roots, of lineage, of places that should feel like home. But the future is calling too, loud and insistent, telling me I can’t stay tethered to anything that keeps me from moving lightly, …
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