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wood. Scuffed floors, worn cabinets, faded wallpaper. But the living room had a wide stone fireplace, and there was a big window over the kitchen sink that looked out over an open field and a line of dark trees.
I stood at that window and pictured holidays where I didn’t have to wait to see if I was invited. A tree because I chose to put it up. A pot continue reading …
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