
We’ve settled into a pattern of “comfortable”, where we rest each day and call this perpetual state Home. Where the isolation has become the norm, we lay our weary heads down. Our sleeping patterns are all askew, but what does it matter, we’ve all the time in the world to correct it, is this not true? We are insular, we are a family unit, through isolation we have become closer, trust this, and we are wrapped with this feeling of personal warmth which comes from knowing that through these times we will make it through. The house has become more filled with love, more of a home, we spend time together with less bickering, less time spent alone, it’s as if we have been purposefully drawn together again for a specific reason, a chiffon string bag encasing certain things from others who need not be privy to them. And we are left here upon couches of two, hearts further conjoining, melding through and through, we are learning to love more again, we are learning to be softer again, to care for each other wholeheartedly again. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash
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This is so mellow and beautiful, Lauren! ❤
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Thank you, dear Shruba! ❤
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This is beautiful 🌼🌼🌼. Lovely post 💖
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Thank you. ❤ And thanks so much for reading!
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