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The familiar sounds of mi familia,
a hu-hu-hu-hu-hu of many hellos,
and a foal’s heart-shaped muzzle
pressed through the bars,
waiting for a welcoming kiss.
There’s only one way for the heart to go,
and that is up, up,up, where the soul,
the spirit, the thing we know
that is delighted there,
has finally founds its home.