Home Away From Home By Evelyn Bastos Nov 2017

I am like a snail I carry my home where I go. Home is where my heart is, my memories, past experiences, dreams….

My home is my body

When I open the door, I let the world touch me. I feel the warm of the sun, the freshness of the wind, the smell of a flower, the colours of the world

My home has some cracks, that the years create, but also through them new light can come in.

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