Home is a heart land.

Speak not to me of silks, satins, delicate tatted lace or perfumes stolen from hothouse flowers. Speak instead of the green of leaves against a summer-blue sky with soft clouds rolling toward a flashing storm. Do not offer me diamonds, rubies, or sapphires bright, but bring me a mason jar of lightning bugs, fireflies to light a world of dreams from childhood onward. Bring me love, and bring me to my home.

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