The Acorean Islands wait patiently for me I, tired and worn wrap myself in my memory of them as I sit in the departure lounge of a Canadian airport. Winter has superseded my Canadianess I am a two-hearted being by birth My human molecules a colliding diaspora straddle across an ocean At this moment My Acoreaness hungers for the rise and fall Of Atlantic waves. My two solitudes tempered in another place of human duality embrace the difference with abandon Ricocheting across the cultural landscape Like a Cairn Terrier on rocks

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