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My home is not written on a property tax bill. My home is not where I mow the lawn or park the car. My home is in the high desert – it’s in the mountains and the cool, crisp mornings on a high mountain lake. It is in the oddly shaped rock formations that resemble giant stone faces. My home is my children and my grandchildren. Home resides within my friends. It is where my critters roam. Ultimately, my home will be in heaven – until that time, I will carry them all in my heart.