storm

A storm awaits us when we enter the wild, willful place we call the world

it is callous, cruel and unutterably cold

but like nature we find our way to places we call home

places of mother, father and warmth

places that belong with us

humanity

as we are older the person we want to be finds home

or we live alone

for home is people, not brick and mortar

not work

and best labor is because we love somebody

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