Nostalgia

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Nostalgia, how can you not be full of it?
How could the fruits not be desperately in love with the branches?
How can the branches not like it and miss it - the breed?
How can the race not love the roots?
That's what they grew out of.
This is their homeland.
Their loyalty will always be to the place they came from.
to where they were,
where did they go
Yes, nostalgia.
A true tribute to the places you've been.
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