There is food in the eating place and blankets in the sleeping place for you. Our mess and our making. We will make room for you. This is home. I was born in Wellington, New Zealand and the spirit that forms my breath carries the Southerly off the Alps and salty water from the Straits is in my blood. I’ve lived in Melbourne for 13+ years now, but I know if there was a census tomorrow, I would travel, and family in Wellington would say: There is food in the eating place and blankets in the sleeping place for you… this is not a gift that everyone can know. #house #kainga #adventwords2019
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