Somewhere in West Yorkshire

I am dancing a delicate dance.

Not yet penniless. Not yet starving. Not yet sleeping in the rain. (It’s hard to sleep in the rain.)

All I need is just … And yet …

Not home.

Where’s home?

I can. But I could. And I didn’t.

So, will I?

(I have an English library card.)

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