I am not the kind of person to get homesick for my country. Every once in a while I miss the shape of the sky, the openness of the landscape, the colors of the foliage and scent of the air in Washington, DC and my town in Maryland. Sometimes I feel that I need a few days at home to unwind. But, last night I dreamt of the sound of birds, crickets, frogs, and other insects. In my dream, a friend of mine asked what that noise was. I replied that it was the sound of home.
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