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Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Home



last night, as we went home with motorcycle after a rainy day, i saw people walked on the street.
as i watched them walking fast on the pavement, i started to guess where they're heading to.
and i think, although they might be heading to different directions, they must be going to some places warm, dry, and nice. 
where they get to meet people whom the hold dearly the most.
places they call home.




and as i thinking of this and holding him from behind on his motorcycle.
i realize this.
a home is not just a building. 
a home is not just a place for family.
because a home, is in everywhere and with everyone that make us feel safe and serene.
and while we ride through the misty and cold road,
i found my home. 
in you.




-dee-

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