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A Love Letter to My Homeland Home, stitched into my breath, resting beneath my ribs. Warm earth and open hands, laughter drifting through sunlit streets, a beauty that remembers how to bloom. Yet a long shadow has crossed the sky, a coldness laid by the weight of iron days. The winds whisper quieter now, and even the mountains hold their sorrow. But I have seen dawn rehearsing in the dark. I have felt light gathering its courage. My homeland, beloved you will rise luminous again, your name carried by free voices, your heart unafraid of the morning. And I will be there, loving you as I always have, in shadow, and in the brilliant return of the sun.