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In the March sun, after days without rain, the fresh carpet of grass in the little woodland looked so soft and welcoming that I just had to lie down on it and look up to the trees above. I didn't do so with a question in mind. I hadn't called them, they rang me so to speak, so I just listened.

'Be a home,' they said. 'That's how we serve. Be a home.'

That's quite a concept and one it'll take a while to define for myself. But I like it.


2 comments:

  1. me too....i like it very much. it's everything, really...

    xoxo

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Thank you, I love it when we talk.