The House of the Rising Sun comes from a painful place and bursts in flames.
It soothes my soul. It eases my pain. It causes one to go home.
A house is a metaphor for building a life.
The sadness we go through is temporary.
We learn of the preciousness of what appears to be so simple.
A house.
A home.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
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