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  • Dear Fellow Hobo,

    I am sorry to say that we are brethren in our wanderings. I guess in a way you're happy to know you're not alone, but I'd rather not be part of your group. Nothing personal, I'd just like to have a place I can call home for once.
    I was listening to Metallica this morning and I love the song. But it's not my case.

    Rover, wanderer
    Nomad, vagabond
    Call me what you will

    I can't take my time anywhere
    I'm not free to speak my mind everywhere
    And I won't redefine anywhere

    Anywhere I roam
    Where I lay my head isn't home

    But what is true for me is that

    "I adapt to the unknown
    Under wandering stars I've grown
    By myself but not alone
    I ask no one"

    Art by Radhika
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