Home is where a parent has lifted you up: like the day my mom bundled me in a coat, held me close, and spun the two of us around on a brisk winter morning, in a way that felt like flying up to Heaven, far above the snowy ground.
Home is
... playful
... cooperative (or, well, errr ... living at peace, in agreement, I mean)
... creative
... surrounded by community
... safe
... where friends can gather.
... Home is in the heart.
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