Lost

> First, you are found, then you are lost. Then you find your way again.
> Find your heart, your home — the way from one place to another. One,
> found. Another path, another way, another mystery.
> And you make your way. You make your way. You construct it all, the
> weavings and tracery of it. One thread to another, another thread to
> another, each of a color, each winding and binding you to another way
> ward found.

All good, in the end.

Find your way to the house of your heart.

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