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Home Land. country, city, village? Own home, natural home? Streets, squares, and underpasses? Fields, woods, forests, and valleys? Neither is my home I don’t own a bed I am always moving The Universe is my home Goodbye Earth Good to live in the sky

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Jeanette Swan

Date: 5/14/2025 4:00:00 AM

Sounds like a comet! A wanderer of the universe. Home is such a rich word. My husband did some work for the Antarctic Division and was away when my daughter was very young. She didn't ask him about the animals, she asked, 'What colour is your bed?' Somehow that and the kitchen are the essence of home (and maybe growing a few vegies). J :)