How strange
that the lack of something
weighs more greatly
than its presence.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Very true.
Paradox.
A black hole is denser than a galaxy.
There you are.
true, I miss my home.
You know, when I was an exchange student, I had the enlightening experience of discovering that we carry home within us. The people are more than the buildings, and our memories and care for them remain. That said, I do miss them!
I’m sorry for your loss of home.
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