To Lynne,
One of the most beautiful women, friend, mother, wife, daughter, etc I have ever known.
You are the glue that holds us together.
Home. What is this
notion of home? It might be within the walls of a house. It might be a town. Is it a state? It is a state of mind? The word home has been screaming at me
for weeks, popping up in photos and in conversation. Home is consistency.
It is structure. It makes
my soul feel comfortable and cared for. It is a hug that won't let go.
Home is where I am, it is my story. Home is
where I will be when you have travelled far and need to find me. Right here I will be. I have put my roots down to void the
hurricane winds and have opened my arms ready to protect you. I have filled my
closets with treasures of your youth. To come and find me simply point your compass to where you were last. I am there, waiting. H
O M E
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