I fly-like a dandelion
Letting the wind play with me
Not knowing the flower I land in
Gliding strange lands
Not knowing that I am breaking
To make more of me.

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Jina Dcruz was born and raised in one of those oddball National Geographic locations. She leads multiple lives trying to be a scientist, researcher, writer, data analytics and visualization enthusiast, and a lifelong learner of all things interesting. 

She writes poetry and explores food history to escape from existential quandaries.