What are you doing here?
You don't belong here. You
are a stranger. You will live
alone without the comfort of a goose
or stone. Your inheritance will be weight,
your death heavier still. In the morning,
you will pray for your children; at night,
you will bury them. When you dream,
though you see a beautiful garden,
you will wake up hungry and homeless.
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