My Home is my Refuge.
I love the longing to go Home every evening;
into the warm embrace and supple bosom of my missus;
to the ecstatic licking of my boy, one that is soon replaced by the indignation at my being away;
to wake each morning in the safe coziness of our modelling.
Our Home is our Haven.
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