Small but indeed comfortable, my house resides in the suburbs. The one always described as ‘The one
with the purple shutters’. It stands alone with yellow patches of grass and weeds prodding their heads for
air and sunlight. Messy in some spots, with anything such as calendars and electric typewriter; to guitars
and boxes of spices. On the other hand, it is clean to any hearts content. Mounds of DVDs, but no
mountains of CDs. A home to few, but when a few come to visit all come to visit, and all are welcome.
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