I’m a foreigner
Airborne, soilborne
Uprooted, misplaced;
Faces look ugly
People are strange
When I am a stranger;
I can’t go back home
Either, anymore, forever
For I’ll be a stranger there;
But go you to anywhere
From where you’re born
You must needs to be one.

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Stephanie Suh

I write stuff of my interest that does not interest anyone in my blog. No grammarians, no copy editors, no marketers, no cynics are welcome.

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