It began with the birthing of a soul – her soul. The birth wasn’t easy. It was, in fact, the most painful experience she’d ever had, in every way imaginable.
Home is not what most believe it to be. Home is not a place, or a person, or an idea. Home is You waiting for you. Home is the realization that the shrouded, scared, powerless person you believe yourself to be is not you at all. That version of you is truly the apparition, the ghost masquerading as you. The You that is waiting – that is who, deep down, you know yourself to be.
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