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Home I’ve never lived anywhere that felt like home. Life always held so many uncertainties. I know nothing about the living a Quality Life.

Home… I can only imagine with Drafts of many floor plans… I can only dream. Magazines filled with beautiful homes… I can only admire.

No matter how amazing a well desired home is, it’s nothing to me without someone to share it with in love, in faithfulness, God and peace.

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