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Day 353: Serendipity

My home is a luminous pearl in the Indian Ocean I am told. An iridescent drop of Buddha's tears, haunting and beautiful. This home I collect, through historical memory. People, places, and spices, teasing the edges of my senses, like the ebbs and flows of waves on the beaches of Colombo - or is it… Continue reading Day 353: Serendipity

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Day 11: Rewriting History

Toes digging into the sandy beach, I feel the jagged edges of broken coral scratch and poke my feet. These feet which have travelled oceans to reach the safety of continents, where the place of your birth determines your status... your placeā€¦ who you will be. These feet that the sat on the boat, pressed… Continue reading Day 11: Rewriting History