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October 21, 2010

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Heather Kelley

i can now read you :))))))))

Darin Dunn

Have you heard my song "Home Is Where My Stuff Is?" I remember feeling these same emotions while living a nomadic life in Asia these past three years. http://www.myspace.com/darindunn/music/songs/home-is-where-my-stuff-is-76007507

Linda Rivera

I feel your pain. I was once there and it's a place I didn't like being.

Amber

This is beautiful!!

Daniel

i like the very first sentence. bold. and with truth, too.

jon foreman's "southbound train" felt appropriate as i came back from europe and adjusted to san antonio and what i thought i had missed so badly. "but i'm not so sure, that home is a place you can still get to by train."

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