No one leaves home unless homes is the mouth of a shark. — Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth
No one leaves home unless homes is the mouth of a shark. — Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth
No one leaves home unless homes is the mouth of a shark. — Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth
No one leaves home unless homes is the mouth of a shark. — Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth
No one leaves home unless homes is the mouth of a shark. — Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth
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No one leaves home unless homes is the mouth of a shark.

— Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth
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