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12:15 pm

I have never been able to round myself trough the concept of home.
I have been ask and I’m unable to reply.
But once in a while I get a feeling, a glimpse, something that makes me think it is possible to find ‘home’.
This is a place where I feel more confutable, where no matter what there is some strange feeling of being at ease.
Everything stops, and I can just be, there.