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From my journey I circle back- why?
Why didn't I return to my homeland, the streets, countries, continents, islands
I once owned and called home?
Why, instead, did this borderland choose me; and what does this haven offer but a wind that whips at my face and flowers blackened and beaten down by the long winter?
Oh, they accuse me, saying: He is so lazy, Master of Rust, who cannot bear to leave his hard haven- he just slowed, then stopped until his eyes turned to stone and the ivy veiled his gaze.