Poetry: “In motion”

A silly little thing about movement.

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Personal Essay: “In Motion”

I have no childhood home, no one place I can go back to for safety, where I can say, yes that was my nursery and that is where I lost my first tooth and this is the place where I played hide and seek with the neighborhood kids during warm summer evenings. My parents were in motion all through my early years, moving once for every year of my life until the year I turned 5 and my brothers were not yet one year old…

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