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A new day a new haiku
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As the journey ends Fold up the map and follow The warm glow of home
In clouds of wood smoke Under canvas, under stars I am home again
A place to call home Sun sets through open windows Where wild roses grow
What do you call home? The place that you go back to? The place you feel safe?
This simple small home Keeps us warm, dry and peaceful This home is our home