but I sit atop a fortunate peak
and in the morning, I look below
mist like a lake, fills in the folds
with all the seeking and all the travel
with all the depths and heights to reach
wherever you go, there you are
and a home is just that, a home
where you eat and where you sleep
where your heart returns to rest
where the next journey begins
and where ever the last may end.
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