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A steep, crumbly driveway that has no curve
sits at the end of a court
During the spring, flowers bloom.
When winter comes around, packy snow tumbles
off all the houses.
You walk inside to a nice, cozy hug.
The scented candles fill your nose
with flowery smells.
A gleam of sin peaks through a window and
lays on the wooden steps.
You find old fuzzy slippers.
This is your home.
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