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❝ TO ME
HE WAS
THOSE FINAL STEPS
THE TURN AROUND THE BEND
THE HOUSE
WITH A LIGHT ON
AND A FIRE LIT
AND A FAINT LAUGH
ON A WARM WIND--
HE WAS ALWAYS
MY COMING HOME. ❞

- atticus

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