i have found a new home.
i cannot say how long i will stay.
my nails are brittle again from too much dish washing.
my fingers regain their beloved black ink freckles.
mocha polka dots create constellations on my forearms.
my feet sit sore in milk soaked shoes...
but i smile and chat and the banter drives me wild with delight.
this is the true outlet for my random conversations.
this is the place where i understand the workings of it all.
it is familiar and comforting.
perhaps one day i will be far away and disconnected from it all.
but for now, i have found a new home.
and my teeth chatter with the love of a new family.
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