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What is home if not the first place you learn to run from?

Don’t gawk at my history with such gall. 

I love my past experiences. 

They have stayed with me longer than most people have. 

Though I suppose I need some new stories for your silent stare.

Maybe a makeover, massaging vaseline, melding memories, morphing moments 

for a more meaningful, meandering frame.

Because how could you live and have no story to tell?