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Jul 2020
The fan blows quietly and aged snored murmur in the corner. 

The window is open and I dont mind

The sounds of lives, buzzing outside. 

I can almost hear how soft my blankets are as I lay upon them,

Warm light from a low place illuminates mountains around me. 

We are safe.

We are home.
Written by
Donielle  30/F/Pennsylvania
(30/F/Pennsylvania)   
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