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Letters to a TCK To the Wanderer: The Price Run the earth beneath your feet, Feel its rhythm; know its beat. Smell the wind and taste the air; Ascend to heights where eagles dare. And travel onward, journey wide. See the cities glorified. Hear the cant of foreign tongue. Tread the places known to none. Ah, Wanderer, you’ve seen the world. You’ve seen it’s wonder; known it’s shame The Earth’s a single land to you: Always foreign, so always the same. Yes, all these things you’ve gathered You’ve seen and felt and known. You saw too much, and stayed too little And now you have no Home. All the