The trees are full.  They reach and cover the windows.  I am back in our tree house.  I hear my cardinal singing outside.  I am home.  Home.
Posted by nicole sommer at 7/20/2010 02:22:00 PM

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  1. Anonymous7/21/10, 8:20 PM

    A touch of home-sickness. Parting is such sweet sorrow... I can almost read your mind.

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  2. nicole sommer7/22/10, 11:13 AM

    A touch of home-sickness, yes... but this time not for Omaha. More of a sudden realization and appreciation of where "Home" really is Now. Where Home is Beginning... An Epiphany...

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