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The light creeps in through the windows as if it were an unwanted visitor

It reveals the settling dust as it slowly floats down towards the smooth surfaces

However, its presence does not signify abandonment

It is here that I am free to be where I please

Even if it is only temporary

I am always reminded that my true home is elsewhere

I see it every day I look down to my device as my window

The visage I see is not one I remember, but tells me of my przjazn

With someone I no longer see or hear clearly across the Atlantic Ocean

Places are ever changing, big space to small, many to little, low to high

The sounds they make vary from singing birds to angered yells

It matters little if I can still hear the muffled sound of their voice

And see the grainy image of their face on my screen

My home with them stays permanent