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The #exile never learned to speak our language fluently, never learned to cook our food, politely declined the spate of invitations she received in her first days in our small, northern town. By dint of assiduous, unrelenting effort, I made her my friend--more or less.
"How come you never mingle?" I asked once.
"I'm here just short time," she said, though the years stretched on.
Then one day a telegram came. She showed me, smiling a brilliant smile.
"I'm going home."

#wss366 #microfiction