“I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Someone is always missing. This small world made big by time, circumstance, naïveté, need.
In the magnificent immediacy of this great, divisive, digital web: succinct words, delivered in imagined staccato, are vivdly flavoured. Salt and rust, tears and the iron of the blood we share.
charlene winfred 
I cried when I read this, my soul sister xx
The thing that made me write this, also made me cry x