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An Old Soul

An Old Soul

This old leaded window caught my eye among the lavish historic mansions. The demure little home along the row held much charm. As I looked at the cottage with messy roses climbing on it and paint imperfect, I fell in love with it’s old soul. I wondered the stories it could tell nestled along the harbor. Like a treasured story book, its windows, gardens and porches could fill volumes, I’m sure.

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