Arlo walks under our Golden, rubbing as he slowly goes through his ritual of feeling at home in a scary world that in the beginning stripped him from his Mother and set him and his brother down close enough to our home for us to find him and his brother a new home - our home. Scale up a bit and imagine what it was like for our ancestors, uprooted in many cases, from their home. Sandwiched from below by a landscape of green with a core of iron and from above by a limitless space cast in a blue sky, traveling kin adrift in space and time settling into an eddy on the land. Identities and lives forged by events and experiences that marked the past and prescribe the future.
We share a world that had been ever so limitless yet now seems to know no horizon. Marooned together we are faced with meeting each other for the first time on a local corner without chaperones.
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