Where is home? Anywhere I am. What are those comforts? A warm room, filled with people. A songstress singing about surrey with the fringe on top. A TV that won't work properly. A delicious salmon steak. Cold Italian beer. Coffee that reminds me of nights in strange hotels. A cool breeze with the windows down, to comfort and caress my soul. Kids singing on a patio about a splintered man with splintered dreams (how would they know!). Crickets and stars on an unusually warm night. The heart of someone far away, but still so near.
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