I belong here as much as I would belong in the lands of my ancestors, in Scotland, Ireland, England, France, or Poland. And yet.. I live and love on the land colonized as North Carolina, the land of the Keyauwee people, which does not belong to me at all, but has claimed a part of my soul.

I am not a Jew, and I do not consider myself the descendant of diasporic peoples, although all of my ancestors left their homelands. I find myself having already visited and desiring to go back or wanting to go in the first place to the homelands of my ancestors, to see what they left. To see where they loved.

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