The place we call home
Home is where you feel safe.
It is the place where no matter how broken you are, you feel whole. As if all the pieces come together and are mended, even if only for a while.
It is the people who lift you up when you fall. Who are there to catch you when your wings are too soar to fly.
It is the love you receive from those who can hear your silence, who can feel your heart, even when you don’t say a word.
Home is something beyond a simple place.
It is an extension of your soul.
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Beautifully said.
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Thank you!
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Home is where the heart is. Delightful.
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Thank you!
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And home is different for everyone
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Yes it is…
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We are lucky if we can find that home. What a beautiful feeling you have painted.
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Thank you very much!
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An ode to having that place of security and comfort. Nicely done.
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Thank you! Glad you liked it!
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Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Beautifully said – and home isn’t necessarily a house.
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Exactly!
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