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No So Home Sweet Home
No So Home Sweet Home

Strolled by the house I grew up in.  It was pretty weird.  Definitely felt like an invasion of privacy, finally felt like it wasn’t my house.  Focus is a little soft, I had to rush, out of there.

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    1. I used to drive past it, when I came back home from Boston. This was the first time I was there, that I didn’t just drive past. They did a lot of stuff to it, and it finally kind of felt like it wasn’t mine anymore. Really wanted to see my room though.

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