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I long for a place to call home, a place that is my sanctuary. Often the word sanctuary is associated with a church building. Sanctuary (in my perspective) is actually a safe place of peace; where the mind quiets, the body stills and the soul is free. This piece is the stained-glass window of my personal sanctuary. It's foundation is built within my heart.