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Embracing Home
Belonging with gumbo on the stove.
Home in New Orleans is not square footage. It is hearth logic — who gets the good chair, whose recipe survived the move, which porch owns the argument and still feeds you after.
Kitchen steam is theology. Safety is not absence of noise. It is knowing the door opens for your difficult self.
Mansion, shotgun, apartment: the belonging is the same invoice — memory filed in humidity, love that does not perform for guests.
The pot still simmers after the guests leave.
JV · Dark Heart Labs