"Since you ask, most days I cannot remember..."
where I came from;
my origin like a track missing on a record.
My mother insists that I am from one location, my father insists on another.
But the unfamiliar places that they speak of are always different.
A beautiful kaleidoscope of answers that’s constantly shifting.
I have since stopped inquiring about this place-
I know that when I find it, it will tell me I am home.
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