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Invitation to my First Exploration of a Neighborhood I now call My Own My Gateway to Assimilation My Window to the World My source of Freedom          when the Streets , the City are otherwise Unreachable A Place for Habit           that Cannot be carried back A Record Player of Noise, Music, Conversation   Foreign and yet Familiar A Home for my Drying Rack   of Thoughts, Ambitions, Fears An Escape from the Chaos A Last Glance at the Reality I Will Never Forget
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May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 2:53 PM UTC
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Invitation to my First Exploration of a Neighborhood I now call My Own My Gateway to Assimilation My Window to the World My source of Freedom          when the Streets , the City are otherwise Unreachable A Place for Habit           that Cannot be carried back A Record Player of Noise, Music, Conversation   Foreign and yet Familiar A Home for my Drying Rack   of Thoughts, Ambitions, Fears An Escape from the Chaos A Last Glance at the Reality I Will Never Forget
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May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 2:53 PM UTC
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