A heart is a house for...

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Philadelphia
United States

 

They say home is where the heart is.  But what happens when you have no home to go to.  Where does your heart go? So many dead trees and vines block the heart it's inhabitable.  No one is willing to fight through the thorn and vines to see what's underneath  No one knows that there is a mansion of a heart  just waiting for that person who thought it was worth the rescue.  

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