Lately I've come out of my busy mind to find myself missing home. Trouble is, I AM home. Chicago is orbiting into winter, and as that happens I'm forcibly reminded of all the past winters I've spent in my past homes
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The thing is the longer I live the more I realize that I have no home, and I think you can agree.. Likewise I dream of winters past and friends met and lost along the way. Our hope, however, lies in our home beyond where we shall be once more united with all the specks we have met along the way. Be well brother.
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