To me, refuge means someplace you are safe from the world, somewhere you are at peace.
My husband's arms are my refuge.
Whenever I am upset, even if it's at him, all I need is to be in Deane's embrace to calm me down.
When I was in the hospital, all it took was the touch of his hand to drop my blood pressure and give me reassurance.
When I am in his arm's, I am loved, I am safe, I am home.
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