I miss you already.
This last weekend, I walked for the last time through the only house that has been there for me my whole life. It was built in 1968, a modest ranch house nestled in the heart of New England. It has three small bedrooms and one bathroom. The original furnished space was all in the upstairs and couldn’t have been more than 1300 square f…
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