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Home is the movie nights that go past midnight Home is a big cold wood stained deck Home is creaky wood stairs and wood floors that are just as creaky with small holes in the corners that leads to the basement Home is loud doors and windows that have holes in the net from my cats Home is the mornings in December when the mummer song plays on the TV, no one silent Home is how laughter and happiness fills every corner, voices overlapping but still every voice is heard Home is my brother playing his guitar so our house never goes silent Home is there always being two fresh bread loaves on the island, snowballs in the fridge, hands full of cold chocolate and coconut powder Home is staying up late calling my Nana My home feels safe.