If the world was mine, each home would have a shore, to sail to and from.
A Port busy with the coming and goings of families and friends. Friendships new and loves old as the world.
Each treasure that passes never forgotten nor neglected.
An ever expanding web of Love and care.
Each its own to come and go, but always to return someday triumphant in glory to share the adventure.
Never staying away until hearts break but always returning to warm them.
Stories of battles won, and stories of battles lost, but wounds heal at the port so another voyage can begin.
We go from one port to another all connecting old and new.
New ports and homes to go and come from until they are old, and full of tales.
