Home is a dream
The dwelling of comfort for the soul
Home is the heart of the soul. It is the echo of laughter from childhood, it is a time capsule of familiar smiles. Home is a constant comfort to the soul, it’s the smell that invades your senses like no other dwelling. It’s walls contain every emotion that you could express....joy, sadness, and happiness! Home is a dream, a place of rest, a place to live your life how you see best! It is a safe haven when life puts you to the test, it is a well of Feeling blessed. Home is the lighthouse on the shore that lights your path forevermore.
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