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Having a few homes, we don't have any. Having no home - we wear it in ourselves.
Another day has come and I notice unfamiliar walls. Why? Days go by, when I wake up in their environment. Is it the air? Or maybe the sun looks differently? It is hot here, but I feel cold. A delicious meal on the table, the sun heats a warm beam of light ... So what's wrong?
Another day has come. Another day again.
