The house

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 I have to remember. Sometimes I forget.

That home is also a state of mind. It’s after living in many places I’ve felt comfort only now.

It’s the first night here. Home. New home. New very old home.

Psychic freedom home. Home. It’s been earned.


New me. New home? No. Same me. New home.


Time.


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