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All The Comforts Of Home.
I'm not too sure when I first began to understand, or experience, the concept of a Home. I have moved from one house, one city, one country to another all of my life, rarely spending more than a few years in one place. The only exception was my last residence, a large house I bought about nineteen years ago in a small city. Looking back, though, from the comfort of my new apartment, it never really felt like home.
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Reports Of My Death….
I am told, by sources which consider themselves to be reliable, based upon their own opinions, that the personal weblog is dead. It has gone the same way as personal journals, letter writing, reading of physical books and many other things once considered modern, pseudo-intellectual pursuits, now consigned to the era of dinosaurs.
