I never planned to become a citizen of the world this way. No passport stamp. No plane. Just a dusty ground where ten nationalities learned to live under the same sky.
Loneliness, I learned, is also a doorway.
Grief carried by many hands becomes lighter.
This is cross-cultural connection.
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