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To every wanderer there is a shelter to which they look to for warmth and a little comfort. You were my comfort, am my warmth and will be my future shelter.
” Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm. It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm, and in those times of trouble when you are most alone, the memory of love will bring you home. ” – Take Me Home: An Autobiography, John Denver