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THEHUMAN DIARYThere is a word for what you felt.
Longing

Hiraeth

HEER-ithe

n.Homesickness for a place you cannot return to, or that never quite existed.

WelshEstablished linguistic term

The House That Isn't There

The village had a website now. Priya found it at two in the morning, the way you find things at two in the morning, and there was a photograph of the lane taken from roughly where the bus used to stop.

She studied it for a long time. The lane was tarmac now. There was a car in it, a silver hatchback belonging to nobody she knew, parked outside a house that had been painted a colour her grandmother would have had opinions about.

Everything was there. Nothing was there.

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