February 1, 2012

Home


Home.

The sky above my home
is as familiar to me
as my skin
as the scent
of the eucalypt tree.

Everything is exactly where
it is meant to be.

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  1. McCabeandcoJune 14, 2012 at 3:43 AM

    Home, when were you home? :-)

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    1. Fiona ScullJuly 29, 2012 at 2:39 PM

      When I found you and your faery kin playin gby the pond... in sand, in sun, in health and joy. Free to be, to imagine. To PLAY. x

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