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Hiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return,

Hiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the little grief for the lost places of your past.

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Winter_Rose

posted May 29, 2015 at 12:11pm UTC tagged with home, imissyou, sad, quote

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