As I look up towards the sun, the light reflects and it burns my eyes, this breeze blows from the north and through the pass, and I am free this time. It's a brand new day, these skies are alive. The streetlights illuminate the night sky, as we drive further and further west we begin to see what home is. We begin to see what home is. A moment of clarity exists on this hundred mile stretch of highway, our search is now over. This is what home is.

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