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As our magnificent silver chariot raced the burning sun across the western sky, my mind and heart wobbled and rolled through turbulent memories of former journeys "home." Clouded reflections were no longer murky questions of whether or not my choices were the correct ones. High above the fluffed up cover where clarity's vision enabled my scanning eyes to see a luminous day turn to a sparkling night, I caught my smiling reflection in the window that was now my mirror.
I am home.
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