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My home is love put all together
like biking down to the pond on hot summer days,
home is sprinkle cupcake batter dripping into my mouth,
home is the smell of French toast frying on the stove,
home is the warm smell of candles burning,
home is an evening walk with my dog down the bumpy dirt road,
home is long hugs that last an eternity
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