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There is something

in the hum of a house

that makes it a home.

Something in the high pitched voices of young children

and the chatter and laughter of play.

The swish of running water,

the clink of dishes coming clean,

and baths being drawn.

Something, in the click click click

of the dog crossing the kitchen

to lie on the cool floor.

And there is something in the arguments about

folded socks and lost shoes and too little time.

Something in the quickness in which we dismiss

each other and our selves.

There is something in the silence too,

the exchanged looks of love and anger

the embraces,

a kiss,

and yet even in this quiet,

there is a constant buzz

like a hive of bees




something beautiful

like a honeycomb

in your heart.

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