Speak For Yourself
We travel uncertain time in uncertain lands. Hoping for the best. We spend our time insatiably searching for something so magnificent and unimaginable and simple...yet intangible.
We drive ourselves everywhere elsewhere....but where we long to be...home.
Where is my home?
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