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Bare bones don't leave much to the imagination.

Take away the pictures, the rugs, the dishes and the towels . . . remove the chairs, both hard and stuffed, disassemble the beds and sweep them away into a moving van and pretty soon the floors are bare!  The walls empty!

This is when you need to listen for the echoes, the sound of the past drifting around your head.

Laughter and tears, disagreements and concurrences . . . Love . . . it's all still here, just close your eyes and let your self feel.  Let these parts of you attach themselves to your being and drag them along behind you.

Wherever you go, there they are -- the real home, the essence.