The home I yearn for is not on sale.
It hums with the scent of a library, a delicate blend of musty pages and the ink they contain. Sunlight pools in its corners like stories waiting to be told.
Its windows aren’t framed in currency—they hold the essence of intellectual and spiritual search. I’ve walked through affluent homes, listened to voices gloating with pride.
Yet, what I want remains elusive, off-market and unlisted, behind a door only time can unlock.
Someday, I’ll arrive—not to buy it, but to finally recognise it as mine, a part of my soul.
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“If your knowledge were your wealth, then it would be well-earned.” – Erykah Badu (On & On). I may be wrong, but that’s how I interpret this story, as being told by a seeker of knowledge.
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True. Search engines and AI too need the right input effort to deliver.
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I love this piece! Very relatable. Home can be elusive, for sure.
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Thanks for stopping by and engaging! 🙏
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a soul connection is when there is a really good fit!
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The problems start when one does not find the good fit.
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yes….
🍃🙂🍃
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Also a good story.
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Lovely story, a place to call home.
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Thanks, Diana!
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😀
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Lovely story
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Thanks again!
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My pleasure
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I love the poetic style of this piece. Well done!
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Thank you, Clare!
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Home. Some things can’t be traded on the market
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True that. Houses are sold, not homes.
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