Excerpt: Of Dreams and Quiet Wars: Whispers I Gathered in the Dark by Annabel Sylvester Oromoni
This is Where I Linger Belonging is the weight of my name when it doesn’t stumble in someone else’s mouth. It’s not the walls I grew up with, but the silence between two people that doesn’t ache. They told me it’s a place, a passport, a flag, a hymn sung in unison. […]
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This is Where I Linger Belonging is the weight of my name when it doesn’t stumble in someone else’s mouth. It’s not the walls I grew up with, but the silence between two people that doesn’t ache. They told me it’s a place, a passport, a flag, a hymn sung in unison. […]
