If, of all the things I would like to be or would like to give myself, I could choose one, I wish I had the gift of friendly people. I know of a few: those that are, we often think, make you get in their words, in the pages of their books, preparing food, music they choose, even in their blankets, without the need to tell you "how do you like if you were at home. " Is that you simply leave , so as you are. Here, I thought, the gift of welcoming people: they can become, known to be wonderful for some mysterious reason or circumstance, even if you're away from the one you're used to live, your real home .
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