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The days turn into nights, and each night turns into the new morning. I've been here 15 days, and those 15 days are hung on my clothesline, with the sun shining on it, each memory perfectly hung with beautiful clothespins for me to remember.  It will be time to go home, and I will gather my laundry, fold it neatly, and take it back in my suitcase. When I get home and I see you, I will unfold each piece and share each one with you.

You, my family in Canada, have been far away (although only physically). However, this physical rupture will end. I will get back and re-attach one leg, one arm, one hand to my body where it had been severed... because that's how it hurts to be away from you who are a part of me too. It's a circle, and it's come around fully, and it will come again. In the words of one my favourite scifi series, "This has happened before, and it will happen again."

Funny that I found this beautiful poem by Neil Gaiman this morning. It brought me to tears for what it says. I hope you enjoy it too.