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Dec 2016
When you moved out I think that's when I first became a vacant lot. When did I start hammering "for sale" signs into my heart? When do I stop? And I'm empty more than half the time but, so what? You get used to waiting around for anyone with furniture to fill you up.
Maia Vasconez
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Maia Vasconez  Oregon
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