But my home of some and one decades held us up from being together down there and you didn't much care for it either.Â
We like rain and the fires got too close to home.
Our home holds us and we hold each other and the woods hold our home on the island held in the water.Â
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If misfortune struck someone who we held affection for, it would show in that affection, and we'd be moved. If misfortune struck someone who we held in contempt, we would temper that contempt with a recognition of our shared humanity.
Your bank account can't be held closer than it is, it's so small you can fit your arms around it easily. Snug it up.
If a disease went off in a hospital, or a bank, or near where you'd held your love, you'd have to pat your chest and say that hits hard, I didn't want that to happen.
Everything is close to home that something likes to hold.
I wanted things to be easier for people and animals and the land but there are so many homes all over, nothing can just happen by itself to itself.
What you do in times like these is focus on what really matters say life time adherents to the five eight hour days work week.
Will you stay home and pay rent and buy only essential and reduce yourself in relation to a deadly disease that is now very close to home?
Every self identified big boy says: but it's important to make money instead. Wealth can be taken with you, but home, hearth, family, connection all fade away.
What are you working on?
When will things go back to normal?
You need to be kept above ground.
Your work is away from home. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Your home is away from your work.
1. Go out into the world and find your fortune in this great land of opportunity.Â
2. People flock to cities for the jobs and the social services.
3. Nobody has ever died close to home, you die in it or outside it.
You work hard to keep your life going the way you want it. There's a lot of energy and purpose that you direct to make your life what you want.
There is a good chance your life has meaning.
With a little more time, you'll finish it. With some luck, it'll turn out good.
The power goes out and the lights stay off and the work goes away.
Your Breathing Comes To A Halt And You Disembark
It's nice there.
The work is over, in large part because you didn't try hard enough, you can't help but wonder.
If there had been more time, or more space, or if you'd been luckier, you might never have died.
Or at home.
But nobody died while they worked like they used to.
Like people do.
Like People Do.
There's a bunch of precious things waiting for you
You can go pick them up whenever you want, and if you have them they make you a happy person.
You'll walk out of the room and down the wall of the hospital and out through the parking lot, past all the carloads of sobbing, miserable people.
There's a few more nice things outside you can have before it gets too dark.
You can hold hands like you mean it, one more time.
Laugh loudly, and be held in the arms of your love who you get to call your love.
The laughs you loved hearing never went away and your mistakes don't come with you through the doorway.