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Jan 2014
I like to compare my life to a house.
Right now they're still building it, it's
still just a house. This year they added
windows and a second floor. I hope one day
it will be loved and be a home.

It is not easy to build a house,
hours and hours of planning, then
working, placing, making, breaking and repairing.
Some people already came by to see if it's for sale.

They checked every room and every planned one.
But this house is not randomly being placed
I just don't know who asked for it to be built.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
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