My home is not where I live. My home is where I am. I can imagine it and I am there. I am mostly in the mountains. I sometimes think that I'm a little sparrow. That I can just fly away. That I can just float up and look down on all my problems and tell them goodbye as I fly away. I used to take offense when folks would tell me that I "escape reality". Now, I marvel in it! I don't necessarily escape it, I just substitute in my own. My life is beautiful. The people in my life are beautiful!
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