When do you feel at home?
"What do you mean?"
Well, where do you feel
like you can be yourself,
without restraint?
"I'm not sure.
I guess I haven't really
thought about it before."
Okay, how about this.
Do you have any
memories of joy,
feeling alive or like you
didn't have to hide?
"Oh, um, I think one time
I was looking at a power line,
you know those long wooden poles connected
to the black wiring that runs
seemingly everywhere?"
Yeah, the telephone pole.
"Well, when it's nighttime outside
and it's cloudy. Like, after a rainstorm swept by.
I stood on the sidewalk, gazed at the telephone pole;
it's all illuminated."
"The beauty of the lights, and reflections,
and the dark contrast of the background night.
That's- that's the moment when I truly
felt I belonged."
Oh, well, that is quite thoughtful.
Are there any-
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