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I love the ending. She dreams of home. It took my imagination away. What is home? A place? A thought? A feeling? Home to me means being somewhere soft and warm. I dream of home 💕

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For me, home is wherever I am. I understand that people, like cats, often attach to places, but maybe I'm more dog-like. I attach to those I love. If they're near, I'm home. Right now I'm sitting on my bed with Jace (my dog for anyone who reads this and doesn't know), writing, creating images, and replying to comments. I am home, and would be even if I were a thousand miles away.

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Great poem! It does feel very dreamy and ethereal.

Mary Oliver is such pleasure to read. I lover her collection, "Owls and Other Fantasies". She has an essay in there about an injured seagull that kills me every time I read it.

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Thank you, Jason. I haven't read that collection. I'll pick it up.

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I found it very lovely. I am looking forward to the next one.

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Thanks, Carol.

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Wouldn't that be cool if it were true!

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That’s lovely. Some people claim that the islands of the Azores are the tops of mountains from Atlantis.

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