Drifting way out at sea, unable to see the shore, and yet knowing it is there, is a source of reassurance. One-day things will be different, one day everything will become refocused and clarity will be accessible, but until then we hold on to our memories like driftwood to help us weather the storm and time. Our heart and mind are ready for the inevitable, the joy together with the restored connection with our land.

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