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She was the big dream we all shared. We snuck in through the windows and walked through the rooms. Each claiming one for our selves or describing how we could use another. We would lay on the carpet, playing cards, telling stories, or most commonly planning. Planning where the garden would be. Imagining what the summer nights would be like with the stars and the lights from the front porch. Mixed with the warm air and the boys playing basketball in front of the garage. Maybe we would get a dog. We would have to refinish the basement. I wonder if the dishwasher works? We would be so happy here! Was said at least once every visit. Then eventually we would line up to slide back out the portal we had entered. Back to being seventeen. Back to being poor, back to the trailer for me. Back to their grandma's for others. But this quirky, empty house slowly being engulfed by the earth she was all  of us. Purple walls with blue cat prints. Pentagonal windows knee high on the walls. Abandoned, weird, but special, this one dream we all shared.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
The Purple House
She was the big dream we all shared. We snuck in through the windows and walked through the rooms. Each claiming one for our selves or describing how we could use another. We would lay on the carpet, playing cards, telling stories, or most commonly planning. Planning where the garden would be. Imagining what the summer nights would be like with the stars and the lights from the front porch. Mixed with the warm air and the boys playing basketball in front of the garage. Maybe we would get a dog. We would have to refinish the basement. I wonder if the dishwasher works? We would be so happy here! Was said at least once every visit. Then eventually we would line up to slide back out the portal we had entered. Back to being seventeen. Back to being poor, back to the trailer for me. Back to their grandma's for others. But this quirky, empty house slowly being engulfed by the earth she was all  of us. Purple walls with blue cat prints. Pentagonal windows knee high on the walls. Abandoned, weird, but special, this one dream we all shared.
kelsey-campbell
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
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