A Dream of Home

Standing under the cleansing flow of water,
behind an old wooden house.
Curtains open, you look out into the rolling,
green-brown hills
that feel so familiar.
The water is warm and welcoming
the sun, full and clear, caressing your skin with a soft warmth.
You can sense the heat this early morning sun promises.
You know you’re exactly where you need to be
and this is exactly what you’ve been waiting for.
You know that you are home.

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