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Home is where you hang your hat

Home is where you hang your hat

Bless this building with it’s bricks and mortar, it is my sanctuary, my safety blanket of salvation to shield me securely

No matter where the roads of travel take me whether it be near or far.. I always end up returning to the same four walls from within my mind’s memoir.. my little house that is my home.. the dwelling I call my own.. when I am betwixt the bosom of this cubbyhole, I never feel alone

Home is where you hang your hat..no other place could fill it’s shoes..whilst one nestles in complete satisfaction, unwinding life’s hustle, bustle of to-do’s..As I journey thru the paths of life, wherever I may roam.. I pray I always have the strength amidst my soul to find my way back home 🏡
 

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