Home
I am home in the Winter
When the snow gently falls
I am home in the Spring
When the earth rebuilds itself and new life is being born
When I was born...
I am home the Summer
When the waves are crashing and the sand feels so good between my toes
I am home in the Fall
When the leaves change color and I jump into them with joy
Home is not just a place one can be
It's heaven on earth or a girl like me
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