Housewarmingit was the place where the rooms beckoned her,
the kitchen sounds soothed her,
and the blankets hugged her.
it was the place that held her laughter
and her tears
and allowed her to be.
it was the place that was her own.
it was sacred,
it was every day,
it was home.
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