When The Mist Clears
One day I’ll see through the mist.
One day I’ll be back to find you again
and uncover what I let slip away
when I became lost in the fog
and the maze
of back streets and tall buildings.
One day I’ll stop searching
and meet the mist with a smile
and watch it fade away.
One day I’ll greet the sun again
as the mist clears
one day at a time.

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This issue has been a beautiful process to create. We received so many beautiful submissions: directly or indirectly related to the concept of "Heimat." Heimat is a German word that directly...


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