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Whether the skyline is
high with rough mountains,
moving with rhythmic waves,
interrupted with man-made structures,
lighting up with the sun’s first rays,
dimming with soft starlight,
endless in every direction,
or impossible to see.
Whether I know
each road before we arrive,
every blade of grass between you and me,
where this turn will take us,
what waits across this bridge,
how to get back to where we started,
or not.
Whether we decide
to stay here today,
to move on tomorrow,
to come back next year,
or to forget we ever came.
Right here,
right now,
home is together.
And that’s all the home I need.
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