
Here are a few photos of the things I loved about that house: The way the sunlight makes hopscotch patterns on the wood floors;the stone bench sitting beneath an old tree that probably sheltered two lovers flirting a century ago, but now sits next to the highway; the tree in the front and the way it seems to be stretching as high as it can to catch the blue sky in it's arms; and the holly tree outside my office window where the blue jays and cardinals screeched at each other in the winter. My first office, before I moved upstairs so I could have the view of the fields out back. I'll have to name someone Holly in the book, in honor of that tree.
Goodbye old house.



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