Whenever I go away I touch base with my favourite things outside at home before I go and when I return. I send prayers out on the flags for those I leave behind, those to whom I go and to those I have yet to meet but whom I hold dear in my heart. I hear the windchimes call their names softly on the breeze and leave the memories and intentions circling the world and caressing them till I return.
this is your home!!? it's lovely!
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