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I feel farthest from home when I am in another city, alone, in the rain.
...my origin. Home is the place I was raised and contains the memories of safety within my Mother's protection.
It was an hour before a school choir concert and I decided it would be fun to put my dog down the small slide we had in the backyard. He did not like that idea and bit my earlobe.