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It’s that feeling of leaving,

Then coming home.

There’s nothing else like it;

The air smells fresher;

The breeze blows sweetly;

You notice the birds chirping.

Each sound you hear,

Each sight, carries meaning.

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It’s waking up in the morning,

The sound of waves

Crashing against the rocks.

It’s breakfast with a view;

It’s being with the ones who love you.

I feel at peace.

My soul has found release.

Copyright © Larisa McBean

It’s a safe space for some;

For others, it’s in the heart,

But once you feel at home,

There’s no better place to start.

Every race can be run;

And winning isn’t out of the question.

Home makes it all better;

I pray that we all have one.

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