Dancing With My Father and Him Holding My Hand

Dancing with my father, Day 3: I am dancing with my father and he is holding my hand and I want to tell him: Dear father, I have left jobs, friends, lovers, cities, entire subcultures and a good career in order to be true to myself. I have also discovered that leaving sometimes means truly arriving. But I've never had any children to leave. Dear father, when you left your family, where did you arrive? raven mahosadha

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