I forget sometimes to write about what it is like for me here, every morning, day, night. Whatever the chaos, the “things” that go on, trials and tribulation of living anywhere, I am always only one hug away from a child who will take comfort on my lap, in my arms, and there is no sweeter feeling —
“Souls sang to her heart,
Harsh winds taking them afar,
She nestled them home.” MH
I am home with my nestlings. I heard them calling and brought them home.
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