This is where we live. That is our white house with the enormous bedroom window that makes it impossible to sleep late in the summer (until that Forrest covered it up with cardboard). That is our long gravel driveway. Those are our thatched neighbors. That is our beautiful twisty road and our ancient neighborhood apple orchard. All of this is ours.
We still don't know when we're leaving, but I already miss all of it.
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