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Home. There’s A Wind Blowing…
Read more: Home. There’s A Wind Blowing…I came back home this weekend. It doesn’t feel like home anymore. But it reminds me of home… …the place where memories rest in eager anticipation of my recollection. And now I recall…all the memories this place has brought…and the nostalgia of Fall linking me to my past…linking me to any place I’ve ever called…