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home is

Home is what you don’t get.
Home is something we are giving up.
Home is nowhere anymore.
Home is everywhere.
Home is where the heart is.
Home is anyone who reminds you of what you love most.
Home is something that makes you want to be better.
Home is what you protect.
Home is what defines you.
Home is silence.
Home is a thing you can leave.
Home is something you don’t always recognize.
Home is matzah with butter and honey that reminds you of playing SIM City as a child.
Home is waiting for him to call.
Home is dreaming that you’re back there.
Home is ownership.
Home is the reason for war.
Home is the reason to love someone.
Home is the thing you destroy when you love someone in order to build a new one.
Home is too spread out.
Home is a thing I don’t believe in or may have forgotten.
Home is what your future is.
Home is what everyone wants to know about you.
Home is going to a synagogue and hearing the same tunes, the same words.
Home is this picture: me with my head in your lap. A bird with a nest. Always something about women there.

Everyone has an equation to solve.
Home is the origin.
Home is the lack of searching.
You can have more than one home.

Posted by ctamler 17:50

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