Loosened from the mud, I find myself floating in a world of possibility.

So can you.



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The small parts of my South Asian Indian heritage are disappearing and they have been since my parents left the state and took their language and spices with them.  The heritage, and I suppose my yearning, resurfaced when my daughter was born.  Yet they only appear in bits and pieces of sparkle and glitter.


I don't want to lose all of this, the little amount that I have, but it feels sadly inevitable.


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