I finally have come to accept this place as home...So far away from the sunny days and ocean waves of warm California.
The winter is cold and brutal here. But I have come to accept it. The basement has become a sanctuary to me. My place of peace.
Today that peace was shattered, the same day I have finally come to let this place become my home.
As we drive through the city perfect rows of dim lights are every where...I feel out of place, off kilter. This doesn't feel right i have been taken from my home, my place of peace my sanctuary...
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