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My home is filled with dancing light.
It's warmth is carried in an embrace.
It's language is poetry,
Filled with music.

My home is suspended in time,
And spans across the world.
I find my home in many places:
A drainage tunnel, a carousel,
A computer screen, a park,
Or any chosen hotel.

My home is filled with love and hope.
It means the world to me.
There, with my family, lives a bond
Full of strength and possibility.

Each person brings a different light.
They are found along the way
In different parts of life.

I cannot truly tell you all there is to know,
So that you could believe.
I will only say that it exists, and
I am grateful to have found
My place in its circle.