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Here is Suzanne Chazin's The Long Journey Home but in omegaverse, I don't know why I did this. I even posted this on ao3.

“A letter arrived from your mother,” my friend Aoi said, the thin air-mail envelope crackled like rice paper in her hands. I nodded but didn’t move. “Perhaps you’ll read it later,” she offered. I had arrived in Japan after finishing college. The trip was my mom’s graduation present, and he had talked excitedly about my returning home. But two months later I wrote that I might remain to teach English. I knew my letter would pain him, and I dreaded his response. As I sat in the sparsely furnished room, I recalled tales of my mom’s youth, riding the rails during the Great Depression. He had been a hobo then, as full of wanderlust as I was now. If I had vagabond blood in my veins, I’d gotten it from him. I thought about the gift that got my mom to quit his wandering. It was my favorite story of his life on the road - and I could practically recite it by heart. In fact, I could almost hear is Brooklyn-edged voice telling me now: He was 20, traveling in a freight car across the western foothill of the Rocky Mountains. The other men, mostly alphas in the car were scattered along the walls, their dusty faces as empty as their pockets. Their work clothes were worn, their hands callused from hard work. Each stared silently out the open doors as if he had some particular destination in mind. They were heading east, but they were all going nowhere. My mom had left New York a year and a half earlier. It had been easy to abandon the concrete stoops and corner stores of his neighborhood. There, young men worked odd jobs in factories, when they could find work at all. And old men - mostly Russian immigrants like my grandfather - whiled away their time talking about the motherland. In Russia, my grandfather had been an engineer who spoke four languages. In America, he was a house painter. His friends were counts who now waited tables, and captains who now opened doors and hailed cabs. Late at night, they would talk of the armies they’d led and the banquets they’d attended decades before. They were men who walked in their own shadows.

I can't fit it all in here so here (https://archiveofourown.org/works/62090032) is the link to ao3 where I posted it.

Oh, the oranges and yellows are so gorgeous.

The great dragon migration

Hello, I am Zeina, I am 6 years old. I live with my family in an abandoned house after our house was destroyed in the war. We lost everything. Our house that we built after long years of deprivation and lived in it for only 4 years was destroyed by the occupation. In the blink of an eye, we are living the most difficult days of our lives between hunger, siege, fear, and an unprecedented rise in prices. 😭😭😭💔 Please do not let me down and help me as much as you can. I ask you to support my campaign to help me reach my goal. 🚨🚨🙏 I am now in dire need of your support to help me stay alive and safe. Please help a family stay alive through your small donations or through your shares for others. Thank you very much for standing by people in need. Donation link 🔗❤️‍🩹

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I am Dr. Imtithal, living in the besieged northern Gaza Strip. For 11 months, we have lost our lives. We have lost everything. I have lost my brother, my home, our money, our source of livelihood, my profession as a dentist, and all our memories. Our lives have become difficult. We cannot obtain the necessities of life, such as water, food, medicine, and shelter. We live a difficult life in a school as a shelter for us after we lost our home. We cannot obtain a clean life and we suffer from the spread of diseases. Every so often we are displaced. We cannot settle in a place because of the intensity of the bombing. I hope you can help me so that I can protect my family, which consists of 35 people, most of whom are children...

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Hello lm hamdi ayyad ,I humbly ask for your support by reblogging this post on your account to help save my family. As newcomers to Tumblr and GoFundMe, we are in desperate need of your kindness and support. 🙏🇵🇸🍉😔Please donate 🙏🏼Let's reach the goal as soon as possible https://gofund.me/4de94fec

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Hi lm hamdi lam from Gaza.lam a father for 4 children . our first goal is to reach 1,000€ please donate!! . We are still suffering from the effects of war and the loss of everything, This amount is not just a number, but a real opportunity to rebuild our lives and Help me complete my children's education and put a smile back on my children Thanks 🙏🏻

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Hello lm hamdi ,I humbly ask for your support by reblogging this post on your account to help me and my family. As newcomers to Tumblr and GoFundMe, we are in desperate need of your kindness and support. 🙏🇵🇸🍉😔Please donate 🙏🏼Let's reach the goal as soon as possible .

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