My home has been and always will be the house I grew up in. No matter where I am, no matter where I may end up, I can always go home again despite what the saying says about not being able to. My home is the heart and soul of my family and even when it passes from our hands to someone else, it will always be home. No one can take that away from me ever.
Victorian Sewing Journal by Kathleen Mower
15 hours ago
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