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I'm going home for the first time in twelve years,



hard to believe its been so long,



the things I have missed



I didnt even know.





The chill of a salty breeze



soaked with the scent of the Chesapeake,



Faces long forgotten



yet still familiar,



old and wrinkled,



like dunes of the Ocean City



Brought close to tears



at the sight of a lost child



who was taken away so long ago



to a land of spanish moss, and hurricanes.







I am leaving the limestone, and palm trees



for the first time in twelve years,



flying over lands



I only know from dreams.







Still feels like home here,



All of nature seems to welcome me with open arms



as if to say



It has been too long,



since you have been home.