Lyss and Malcolm and I went to a friends house for dinner tonight. We had a good, hearty meal of meatloaf, mashed taters, and a salad. After dinner, I stepped outside into the dark, warm, evening air and found my head swimming in a nice melody of the cricket symphony. I forgot how much I loved being outside in the summer evenings.
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Do all roads lead home? Where is home?
All roads lead somewhere, and the perspective changes when you think you're going home and when you realize that you are home already, at home on the road, the journey through your life.
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