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	<title>Comments on: Home?</title>
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	<description>The Untold Story.</description>
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		<title>By: Gennyfer</title>
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		<description>I used to listen to my grandfather and my mother going on about the changes in the scenery when we&#039;d go back to Harrisburg (where they were from). It got so we kids in the back seat would just roll our eyes when they started reminiscing about how it used to be. Now I see the changes when I go back to visit places we lived (there were many) some like your hometown fading with wear, too small too fit yet I ache to be that Cinderella, others so overblown and overgrown you can&#039;t see the memories through the big boxes.  It took me a long time to figure out, after I was full grown, where to find a place called home.</description>
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