A warm blanket.
Someone to hug.
Someone to laugh with.
Hot water on a cold morning.
A place to live (even though it's kind of messy right now).
Sleep.
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I feel the earth move sunward, I join the great march onward, And take, by faith, while living, My freehold of thanksgiving. ~from "My Triumph" by John Greenleaf Whittier
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