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“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.