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1. it's funny how you miss a place that you never really felt like you lived in. a decade in a snowy mountain town can pass on to the next on a valley-lake. neither is home. you don't know what the word means.
2. you thought it was the house and town of your childhood that you longed for, but on the long weekend you went to visit and realized you hadn't any roots there from the start. no places you want to see again, except for that lake that is a mirror of all lakes. no friends you missed, at least not from this sky-community of music and charm. you realize you miss friends you've never made. there is an untouchable sorrow in that.
3. so if this homesickness does not stem from places you know, are you wishing for a home not on this plane of existence? is there somewhere else that you long to be, that you cannot hope to return to while you walk on the surface of this world? but how can you leave when bound here?
4. this world has weight, gravity pulling at your bones. the ground threatens to swallow you up, and you wonder what it is like to be buried in the bowels of the earth. if there is a gate beneath the crust to your true home, the home of your spirit, would it be found there?
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