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What do you think of when you think of home? I think of cottonwood trees with white fluff falling like snow in July. Green corn that's twice as tall as I. Of laying on freshly cut green grass looking up at a perfect baby blue spring sky filled with cotton candy clouds that are so whimsical I know that Heaven must live on top of them. There's a light breeze in the air that surrounds me. I think of a gravel road that leads to my best friend's house just two blocks down. I think of playing baseball with the neighbor kids in the street until it was too dark to see. Mostly I remember feeling wanted, loved, and safe. A feeling so strong it could hold you. The way I feel right now. And I remember you…