Until you’re alone and it’s a comfortable place to be

Until a can of beans consumed looking at a spectacular

Sunrise is the best meal you’ve

eaten

Until the hum of the tires is your favorite lullaby

Until you stop placing things on a mental list

Of your favorite places because it changes

Everyday

Until the weather is a neighbor Nextdoor that occasionally drinks to much and gets sick

Until your Mat laid across a plywood shelf with 5 blankets, because it gets cold some nights, is your favorite place to sleep

Until the rain on the roof is the “Sound of Freedom Symphony”

You don’t know nothing

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