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I’m guessing it is too soon to be back.
I can still smell the campfire in my jacket.
And feel the sun on my face.
The homesickness is for more
than just wanting the sun and wind.
But a sickness for peace and
the comfort of being alone with God.
I don’t want to worry about worldly chaos…
I just want flowers and fire, sun and rain,.
peace and … peace.
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