"A sort of homecoming" always gets me.
Home for me was always my step-Grandad's house. I always slept well, there. I could let down my guard. And sleep. Gently drift off, and gently awaken.
Home now is where I make it and the onus is on me to make it a place where my daughter can do the same as I once did.
I hope, at some point when she's grown and has all the responsibilities of the world on her shoulders, that she can return and sleep that same sleep.
That's what I hear in "A sort of homecoming".
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