Duplicitous. On one hand, the word of gifts “Here, this is from me.” and the word of arrival, homecoming. Odysseus sprung from ‘from’ – always his back to his journey. His eyes always on Penelope and home. And the word of distance. “I’m from…” or worse “I’m calling from…” That was the ‘from’ which got its hook head into the threads and picked. Ping! But I’m getting ahead of myself.

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