Titania wrote on Apr 1st 2001, 00:14:50 about
home
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What makes someone feel at home anywhere in the world?
Being at home inside one's self, I think.
| Amount of texts to »home« | 48, and there are 47 texts (97.92%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 93 Characters |
| Average Rating | 6.771 points, 15 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Apr 1st 2001, 00:14:50 wrote Titania about home |
| Latest text | on Feb 18th 2018, 03:37:54 wrote Jeff about home |
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Tenor wrote on Jun 12th 2001, 08:12:27 about
home
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Back home again in Indiana,
And it seems that I can see,
The gleaming candlelight still shining bright
Through the sycamores for me.
The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
from the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
then I long for my Indiana home.
purplesage wrote on Apr 6th 2001, 15:20:31 about
home
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Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
>>>Sounds good to me!
zedbetter wrote on Jul 31st 2002, 01:50:17 about
home
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@@ Emily Aphra @@ wrote on Apr 2nd 2001, 09:44:27 about
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@@ Emily Aphra @@ wrote on Apr 2nd 2001, 09:44:43 about
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David Copperfield by Charles Dickens wrote on Nov 11th 2004, 10:07:07 about
home
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Now, all the time I had been on my visit, I had been ungrateful to my home again, and had thought little or nothing about it. But I was no sooner turned towards it, than my reproachful young conscience seemed to point that way with a ready finger; and I felt, all the more for the sinking of my spirits, that it was my nest, and that my mother was my comforter and friend.
ocs wrote on May 27th 2004, 10:49:27 about
home
Rating: 22 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyI often leave home early in the morning, and roam about fields and lanes all day.
Francis wrote on Mar 15th 2002, 04:46:37 about
home
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It seemed I never had one. The earth beneath my feet whispered about secrets of which I could barely dream. So I wandered, and found my home among the fields and valleys, streams and wooded glens.
A breath of air from a distant locale is the most addicting substance I have ever encountered.
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