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by Abbi B.

The sun casts her laughter
over the silvery gravel.

Bare sycamores bow
as the breeze whistles
round their ashen limbs.

Oceans of golden grasses
flutter quietly
as the fields gleam with evening promise.

Nestled on the land
is a pleasant house
where love pours from the panes.

I am home.