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The pure white snow crunches under my feet.

In the distance, smoke floats higher and higher until it slowly disappears.

Overhead, birds fly far, far away, chirping quietly.

I sigh, it’s like a reminder of my hard times.

The times I left the city town.

There was barely any snow in my old home,

But here the snow is as white as a cloud.

I put the thought to the back of my mind.

I left that life there, I am here to start fresh.

I keep trudging forward in the snow,

Until I see my old hut.

Home, at last.

I walk around the hut, looking around.

I feel better, safer, happier.

I know I made the right choice,

To come back.

To my

True

Home.