It was someone's dream... someone's home. Every window a decision. Every wall, a child's memory. Every doorway, a story. Now, it is pretty but mute.
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| And It Was It was someone's dream... someone's home. Every window a decision. Every wall, a child's memory. Every doorway, a story. Now, it is pretty but mute. |
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