Troubadour

Sometimes I feel deeply unstable, not having a singular home.

But… 

I can be a troubadour, collecting songs to spread to the next community I come across.

I can be a spice trader, adding extra zest to my old family recipes.

Traveling back and forth, from east to west. 

Carrying gifts to each place.

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