Saturday, July 3, 2010

This is the place.

You somehow feel familiar.
Like being lost.
Then finding home again.

"Where the doors are moaning all day long.
Where the stairs are leaning from dusk 'til dawn
Where the windows are breathing in the light.
Where the rooms are a collection of our lives.
This is a place where I don't feel alone.
This is a place that I call my home."

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