What home is to me
Home smells like a smoky campfire, warm and relaxing.
Home tastes like pancakes, dripping with syrup.
Home feels like bed, soft and cozy.
Home looks like a Wonderworld, so big to explore.
Home sounds like Blue jays, singing in the morning.
Tais Bessette
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