home is more than a rectangle
more than floors and walls and ceilings
more than welcome mats and wall trinkets
home is your place to go when the world gives you a black eye, then spits in it
home is the summer sound of an unpretentious beer opening
home is the window candle burning in a blizzard of long ago
home is more than a place for hosting
home is more than a place to house possessions
home is your favourite holiday meal
home is a shelter in the wild
home is more than four letters
home is its own alphabet that forms a language of comfort, of self, of belly-deep breathing
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