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Certain empty houses that seemed to stare like the faces of people suffering from terrible mental illness.
Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.
We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it’s too late.
