Matt R

Home is not a simple place made up of webs of meaning different barriers of love. What stays is yours to cherish. When home is not singular, look for what warms you in the depths of us. Lewiston, the fire behind my heart is yours. The future is not ours to grasp. Reality is not made from wishes, but the work of community holding each other. Listen and feel what separates us a shadow, distinctions, and illusion. This home is all of ours to love.