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I see the hearth,
I breathe it in,
It soothes me,
comforts me,
abides my quintessence.

The last line gets funny.


This place I miss,
it tugs at me from a distance,
it calls my name.

Stratagem I create,


Then that line. These lines complicate things without saying much.


A return to this dwelling,
this cradle.

I feel it in the distance,
a palpable hope.
Like the feeling of night,
moments before the dawn.

It calls me forth,
It seeks my soul,
It bestows promise

It is my home.

And even though,

What about that comma there?


I have never dwelled therein,
I know it is where I belong.

It of all places,
it is where I harmonize.

And using the word it twice?