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It’s been two years since we moved into this big old fixer-upper on the hill. In that time there are some things that haven’t changed at all, like the cracked plaster walls in the unused living room or the pink … Continued


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Seven is the number of completion. One week left: completely incomplete. But when I am through I will be finished because I just have strength for one small week.

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