This house, once filled with crazy chaos, now sits empty, silent. It never followed the fads of interior design, but willed itself into sameness, an attempt to hopelessly hold on to what was inevitably going to leave. Even now, it holds the traces of the children and animals that roamed within its walls, walls that hold the echoes of shouting, laughter, tears, hellos, goodbyes, celebrations. There is love in its commitment to constancy. Even the yard holds now, the empty swing, the deflated basketball sitting below the hoop. So many moments held suspended in time, the sounds of backyard picnics and parties, and all the giggles of simple every day play. This is a house with good bones. This house is home, now and for always.
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