Home

Home for me, is you. Home is not a place, there are no bricks and mortar. Home for me is the hope of you. A person to lie with, a friend to laugh with and a person to always come back to. Home is not a safe place where the doors are closed and the beds are made. Home is you, where ever you maybe. A knowing look, a hand to hold, a smile to comfort. Home is a person. That person is you. You are my home.

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About Rebecca Windsor

I'm an actor and writer living in London. View all posts by Rebecca Windsor

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