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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About To Rise In Boise
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It may rain later today, I won’t care. Nature treated me to a glorious
sunrise this morning in Boise, Idaho. The gate to the top of Table Rock was
open, so...
1 day ago
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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