The Farm

There was one summer in my life when I didn’t visit the farm where my father grew up.  I was in Istanbul, experiencing a life foreign and exotic, as far away from familiarity as I could be.  This summer, I returned to find welcome home cookies, late night card games, and open arms.  After recognizing the many changes in myself, I am happy to know that there is a place in my life and my heart that is constant.

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