I sat down on the dirt because my body was getting tired. “Set up camp.” So I did, just for the night. “You call that a tent?” It was supposed to be temporary. “You can’t raise a family in a tent.” I look ahead, seeing the horizon get further away. “That’s not for you. You have your tent. Now make it home.” This was never supposed to be home. Not a haven. Just happenstance.
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