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I don’t know if I believe that We are all made of stardust or Swirling galaxies of energy I know that my skin isn’t As thick as I’d like it to be And the freckles on my body Don’t make constellations Unless you know how to Connect the dots I know that mountains and snow Will always feel like home No matter where I am And I know that home isn’t always in the same Place twice Sometimes you feel home In waves, that make your heart Feel lighter and heavier At the same time Sometimes it’s a moment in time That you could spend your life Trying to define Home is a dream, a photograph, a stretch of highway, An acre of forest that you’ve Never thought to explore It’s somewhere you know well And sometimes somewhere You’ve never been before.
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
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I don’t know if I believe that We are all made of stardust or Swirling galaxies of energy I know that my skin isn’t As thick as I’d like it to be And the freckles on my body Don’t make constellations Unless you know how to Connect the dots I know that mountains and snow Will always feel like home No matter where I am And I know that home isn’t always in the same Place twice Sometimes you feel home In waves, that make your heart Feel lighter and heavier At the same time Sometimes it’s a moment in time That you could spend your life Trying to define Home is a dream, a photograph, a stretch of highway, An acre of forest that you’ve Never thought to explore It’s somewhere you know well And sometimes somewhere You’ve never been before.
#home#nostalgia#mountains#north
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lauren-spooner
Canadian
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
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