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“Home is where the heart is.” I’ve been told this more times than I can count, but what does it mean? Sure, where I live is my home. I sleep here, eat here, I do everything here. But my heart lies somewhere else.

The hot days of summer have ended.

The leaves have changed their colors,

The air is cooler,

And the animals have gone away in preparation for winter. 

The reds and golds of autumn have come,

Their feared upon,

They don’t fear anything.

Except themselves.

Although big and mighty like the biggest wave,

Deep down they are small and worthless.

Although radiate a confident stride,