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The images (of home) at the edge of my consciousness
It sounds kind of dramatic but this title describes a feeling for where I feel I belong. I have this sense of home that comes through my imagination... like a mix of memories, possible futures, symbols really that I long for.
Like, I'm supposed to be there in that familiar place and I'm not sure I'm moving in that direction. Sometimes I'm worried I'll even forget about it. I've imagined so many shades of home and I need to them all to be real.
I just want to feel like myself again. Everything just flows naturally in that place... opportunities to do everything I could ever want happy freely there.
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