I’d thought I didn’t have a home anymore. But right there, right then, I realized I’d been wrong. Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place but I a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.
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