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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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