Thursday February 17, 2005

Home! I have only heard of such a place. A land of milk and honey, with streets of gold. Where there is no pain, where there is no sickness. I have heard of it, but have yet seen it with my own eyes. For I was born into a people of exile. We have wandered this land, surviving only on the hope that one day, yes one day we will see this land, wonderful land called home. Haste the day for our homecoming. And glorious it shall be! We have plans for a feast bigger than any other. Even some of our fellow exiles plan on getting married that glorious day.
Home, I have only heard of it. But one day…

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