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well, sometimes, i know i am home- 

sprawled across an old couch with a smile, 

i’m spending hours in a sunlit room filled with music; 

telling stupid jokes in the darkness late at night, 

i’m sprinting in an airport for the first hug in ages

decorated walls and hot chocolate, 

friends and food and family; 

and love, always. 

well, i am home- 

well, sometimes, i am home- 

warm in my house with the blue door, 

i’m surrounded by pink butterflies and purple clouds; 

running across an old playground with friends, 

i’m eating soup in my grandmother’s house. 

i am home.  

One Hundred Words, or Home. 

Casper Cancelado '26

Maya Shanbhag '24

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