Azadeh H
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Old friends don’t know who we are now
and new friends don’t know who we used to be.
It’s strange, no one really knows our full story anymore.
We’re immigrants…
this is where this painting began, from this idea.
follow along to see how it comes together! .art
04/07/2026
𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞
You once spoke of a place
where wings could rest…
I remember thinking,
I could shape myself gently enough
to belong somewhere I wasn’t meant to.
I stitched wings where there were none,
called it hope,
called it home…
Until I understood
I wasn’t searching for a place,
but for someone
to hold me when I was tired…
I thought I had found it,
Only to realize
I hadn’t…
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