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Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. The poem tells me it’s no big deal that I’m not like Snow. I can be another thing I’m meant to be another thing.

Helen Oyeyemi

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Helen Oyeyemi
Age: 39
Born: 1984
Born: December 10
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Helen Olajumoke Oyeyemi
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