Here I am!

Where have I been? I seem to have come back around. This place is so recognizable, so familiar... so me.

Where did I go? Why did I wander from this incredible wonder when it's so perfectly me?

Thank you for staying here... awaiting my return. You knew I'd come back, didn't you?

How could I not? Whatever silly thoughts or regards I had were by no means compelling enough to keep me from coming back here... into your presence.

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