this is my mamaw's house. she passed away this summer but on my way home for spring break i decided to stop by and pay the house a little visit. when i was younger we use to spend every spring break here. we would bake mud pies, feed turkeys, walk to the little gas station and get ice cream, and never once realize that there was a lack of tv at her house. three generations of my family were raised in this house. i wish it could whisper stories that occurred within its walls. the house looks quite a bit different now, but the memories are still there.
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