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Home.

I’ve come to learn that it is not a specific, immovable location.

Home is the conversations I have. It is the people I am surrounded by. It is laughing until I ache. It is an empty field on a quiet afternoon. It is a mountain. It is a sunset. It is the song of the sea.

Home is a person, place, feeling, sound. It is an hour, a day, a month.

Home is the place where my soul expands and says “Yes…Here.”