When we moved to our current house, we weren't so much moving to something as away. Let's just say I didn't get along with my old neighbors and leave it at that.
We expected to be happier here, but how could we have imagined this.
There's a name for neighbors like these: magic. And I hope it never ends.
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We expected to be happier here, but how could we have imagined this.
There's a name for neighbors like these: magic. And I hope it never ends.
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Such sweet peas. I feel the same about our neighborhood. Except I wish we could walk to your house.
There's no place like home.
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