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Home is where snow falls gently onto the rooftops
Where the sun burns brilliantly into night
Buzzing voices and cars passing by
Footsteps through the banks of white,
Like tiny pockets of heaven.
The silence of hard work,
And the burst of freedom
Trudging back to where my journey began,
Heading home.





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