Coming home just feels right. There are some things that never change, and that is a comforting fact.
My mom always has recipies taped to the kitchen
cabinet.
The family, dog, Cappucino, always wants in.
The hose is never put away.
The deerhead always scares un-Midwesterns.
The garden is proof that we were organic before organic was cool.
...And the tire swing still lives in the breeze.
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