From the front window of our house, I look down on the home where my Mammaw and Pappaw lived. The house where my Father was raised. The house where I played as a child. The house that holds most of my Summer memories.
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There were a lot of trees in this forest, but this one stood out from the
crowd. I’m sure there is a lesson in here somewhere. If there are multiple
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3 comments:
This is a great house!
Made great by the people who built it.
Memories are a wonderful thing. They last forever. A trip back in time is good for the soul.
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