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i think of all the homes i have known / childhood homes / empty apartments / new cities / each one familiar & foreign all at once / but now / i realize that my home is not a specific place at all / it’s wherever i am / because no matter where i go / i am always carrying a little piece of home inside me /
my home is everywhere & nowhere and in between / my home is in the sun’s golden touch on my face / the whisper of wind on my skin / the cool of raindrops on my tongue / it’s the taste of ripe / fresh papaya / the sound of laughter through open windows / the sight of wildflowers growing out of cracks in the sidewalk /
home is not a specific place anymore / but a feeling / it’s the sensation of life going on around me / the air in my lungs / the pulse in my veins /
