Home. Something extremely comforting about the feeling of solidity and belonging as I arrive in the dark to an empty home. People have been sheltered under this roof for 400 years, and still the building stands in its simple strength. It held the space that our family needed, and now hosts my life, mostly alone. There is a sense of presence that is held by the bricks and flints, the wood and windows, by the space that this occupies. To be waited for by such a place is moving, and makes me very thankful.
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