Home is wherever I’m with you, I tell my daughter. I say this when we’re away together and she wobbles, stealing the line from a song that instantly starts playing over and over in my mind. It settles her instantly. Stops the anxiety-inducing unknown-ness from sending her spinning.
Home is where the eagle flies. Where layers of haar drift over valleys fo…
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