Most often, a home is not a place. It’s a person.
A house is just a place you stay in, till you find your home. 🙂
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The Nameless One
I'm here, where are you?
Most often, a home is not a place. It’s a person.
A house is just a place you stay in, till you find your home. 🙂
.
The Nameless One 
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