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If these walls could talk …

I’d be mortified. Few people know me as well as my house does. It has offered me comfort from the outside, kept me safe from storms and has heard the unspeakable. My conversations, arguments, tears, laughter, triumphs and remorse have been laid bare within the walls of my home. It is my private place, my […]

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