I come out of the white stall, one of about six or seven other stalls in a long strip. It is quiet. Before me a large mirror spans the length of the bathroom. There is one sink for each stall. I take a few steps forward to my designated sink. I reach for the faucetContinue reading “Fragments, 7”
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Birth
I was born in a refugee camp, not in a hospital. I do not have a birth certificate that tells when I was born. Astrology is fascinating but my day of birth was just an accurate as possible estimate. I appreciate that my father took the time to consider this moment. I know of scenariosContinue reading “Birth”