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Apr 2020
There is always warmth in the house I call home.

If you look close enough, there are children running around, wide-eyed, and free.
If you look close enough, there’s a glimpse of a boy idolizing his family, sitting in a tree.

Someday, I’ll create my own warmth and call it home…
Laura P
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Laura P  33/Genderqueer/London
(33/Genderqueer/London)   
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