when it's time,
she asks,
spinning the globe on
the desk.
nowhere, i tell her.
i like it here.
i've made this house my
home.
it's my oasis, my place
of joy, of rest.
there is no place that i'd
rather be.
i can travel, i can visit
anywhere, but this is where i
come home to.
there is no reason
to ever leave.
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