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It rains again, not a surprise though. Just want to stay warm, near the fireplace. The rain crackles on the window, the fire whistpers, and the light. I need the light, the orange light, same as the one I saw many many years ago in the train, in the houses when I was in the train. I thought that is "home", the light the wamth of the light is home, and he is waiting for me!