For some, home is not a place, but a person they come home to. While I'm here in Marrakesh, I see so many homeless cats and dogs. My heart cries fot each and everyone of them. They try to be fed and loved by random passangers, but the sad truth is that the most of them may never ever come home to a place or a thing or a person.
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