Haven’t been here in awhile. It feels like an old house I haven’t been inside of for years. None of the lights are on. It’s vacant, waiting. I turn each light on as I go thru the house. Then, turn them all off as I walk to the garage door.
Well, it’s been almost ten years. Changes were in order.
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