Your home is not that space under a blue sky.
It is the space that occupied part of your mind in that childhood game or an image of running kids with loud laughs.
It is that cold breeze on your sweating face in a summertime.
It is the taste of figs and grapes of that framer's basket, who share his harvest with all around. It is that sounds of birds that cheer our joy.
Where are we now from this community, care, and love?
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