"Home is where you belong /

I got the keys right here for you baby. "

We all settle with the mind or the body at some point. That can happen among tree roots, glacial oases, sinuous horizons, mirrors of water, or imaginary canyons, at the edge of a wheat field or a stone's throw from the clouds. There's always a world one belongs to, and there's a personal key to enter it: that's the power of recognizing, intimately and sincerely, what we call "home."

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