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I close my eyes and I picture my dream home

I picture this house in the middle of a piece of land

It has a porch that wraps around the whole house

You walk up the stairs to get to the front door

When you open it, you see a small living room to the left

Directly in front of you is the stairs

There's a kitchen in the back and on the right side a piano for a small music room

It's rustic but not necessarily old

Wooden floors and empty frames on the wall

You walk upstairs and there are different rooms here and there

But the master bedroom is adjacent with the front door

The stairs leads right too it

As I walk up the stairs into the bedroom

There is you

And that's what makes this place home

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May 4, 2015
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