I want to wake up in a house that is my own- a stand-alone house with more window than wall.
I want to pad barefoot across its floors, which are more floor than furniture.
I want to stand with a cup of tea, and scratch my chest, before one of its many windows.
I want to stare out on a new day, full of golden promise, and watch as the rising sun paints the earth anew.
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