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STRANGERS
Aliens. Strangers. Sojourners. Settlers. Words to say we don't belong. Homeless in our beautiful suburban houses. Everywhere on social media, lonely among our best friends. Constantly looking, never finding; chasing something unknown and indescribable, always yearning but never fulfilled. Because we are the people looking for a homeland, a city not built by human hands. A place where we'll belong.
It's not here. But it's more real than the tears in my eye.