“There’s no place like home fool, I am the place to be, I am the home for me.”
Casa Lives Nside
Home is an oratorio of remembered melodies
With gardens filled with sugarcane, wheat, meat, greens, beans and fruit trees
singing melodies ancestral harmonies joy bending the air within and around.
Oh sweet foolish homecoming royalty, what large-scale musical orchestra with voices would best describe your experience of home? What if home needed an opera to describe it best, tell us about some of your favorite acts, or about the overture. What if home needed a painting to describe it manifest, what masterpiece have, are, or would you create to best capture the experience? Or share a poem about home.
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