Tales of uprooting, finding home, and the quiet ache of places left behind.

Upon Tides of Leaving

‘Make me a fine boy,’ the young man says, his tone solicitous, expectant. Then, a cheeky grin creases his face and his eyes twinkle, as he wets an index finger with his tongue and furiously rubs at a smudge on his right cheek.

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