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There was a lone light hanging above the butcher block in the kitchen and when the wind would blow too hard against the cedar shake shell, the house would let out an exasperated sigh—swinging the bulb hanging beneath the metal lampshade from the cord where it sprouted from the ceiling.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
Light bulb pt. 2
There was a lone light hanging above the butcher block in the kitchen and when the wind would blow too hard against the cedar shake shell, the house would let out an exasperated sigh—swinging the bulb hanging beneath the metal lampshade from the cord where it sprouted from the ceiling.
mollie-grant
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
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