How many times, for any reason have you wanted to say come home. Home is that place where everything is alright, where it always feels like Christmas. Home is the one place you feel wanted, grounded, unshakable. Like a womb made of bricks and board. Where all the furnishings have a story and a place.. The place you come back to at the end of the day. I don't have that place any more. But if I did, I'd tell you to come home.
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