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My memories of you are like a favorite song.
I think of you often and smile with thoughts of comfort.
You were a safe haven from the harsh outside world.
That old storm door was the gateway to safety.
Your creaking floors were like music to my ears.
That old window fan never let us down on hot humid nights.
A family was held together within your tattered walls,
even at the worst of times.
So many years have gone by.
My memories are as clear as a crisp Spring day.
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