To the townspeople, a new person can be strange.
To a stranger, everything is strange. So you start to wonder.
To a true and perennial stranger, is the feeling of strange in itself strange?
What I mean to ask is this.
To the husbander, to the steward of a property, a section of land is home.
To the wanderer, to those who's house is between houses, is their home not more grand?
Doesn't it include the land that other people call their homes?
Point in case.
If I give up all that is 'MINE'
does 'YOURS' lose it's ownership?
I don't believe, objectively.
(I just like saying that)
I was called fay today. = vaguely otherworldly.
I can dig it.
The rhyme to my rap sounds a lot different than how other people speak.
Sometimes that bothers me.
But then I listen to what they have to say.
Paradox resolved.
Well, that's settled.
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