My happiest memory goes back many years to a time when I was a child, carefree and still innocent of the ways of the world and what the future would have in store. For one blissful year of my childhood, I lived with my grandparents on a large dairy farm in India. Our ancient home…
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“She was real and imaginary all at once…”
Wherever you lay your hat, that’s your home. Home is where the heart is. As long as you’ve got family, you’ve got a home. You’re always hearing things like that. As a child, you believe home is the place you go after you’re done with school. The place with the bed, and dinner, and mum….
between desire and disaster 