Listen to the call of the homeland.
Mountains and rivers are so beautiful.
Let us go back to our home to touch our roots.
Crossing the bridges of understanding and love,
we arrive at our true home.
- from 'Call Me by My True Names' by Thich Nhat Hanh
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