It's the place we first brought you after the hospital.
We used to walk together to the store over the freeway.
It's where we had our first Christmas tree.
It's where we used to press our face against the screen door to watch chickens...
Who occasionally danced on the washing machine for us.
It's where we had our first food.
It's where we had our first homegrown apricots...
And blackberries.
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