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A few thoughts on the word home...
Do you believe there’s a place where you belong? Your true home? It might not be a building: Four walls, a hearth and a warm meal; it could be a thought, a book, a word, a film, a memory… But when you stumble upon it your heart suddenly lightens and you know…
"This is me: Where I come from, where I am; where I will one day return. I am home."
I belong in the wind, in the storm.
In the goodness, in the softness…
I belong in realm of things that could be…
The limitless…
The imaginable and the unimaginable.
In them, I am without constraint. I am free.
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