Home is where you live. Home is where
they can't turn you away. Home is where you hang your hat. Home is
place where you keep your stuff. Home is not a place at all. Home
is a state of mind. Home is a state of heart. Home is geography.
Home is space and time and people. Home is where they love you in
spite of yourself. Home is where you eat. Home is where you shit.
Home is where you make little people that you help rise like bread
dough into adults. Home is where nobody can tell you not to be
naked. Home is where, when the door shuts, it's because you shut it.
Home is where, when the door opens, it's because you opened it.
Home is the place you fill. Home is the place you empty when you
make a new one. Home is always your ultimate destination, even if
you've never been there. Home is the place you absolutely must get
away from. Home is the place you always come back to, regardless.
Home is a small central core of reality. Home is a web you spread
across the world. Home is a thought made of wisps less material than
clouds. Home is the stone that holds your life up. Home is a song
and a story and a wonderful laugh. Home is tears and loss and
painful memories that you never want to lose.
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