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i went up to my house last night after work to water the plants that the sprinklers don't quite reach. while the hose was doing its thing, i sat on the front porch and read 'the walking dead.' it was so peaceful and quiet out. just a few birds chirping, a distant dog barking, and the occasional neighbor coming home. it still feels odd sometimes to think that this place i visit every few days is actually my house. this is where i'll be living for 5, 10, maybe 20 years. this is my street now. this is my home.
the sun set, my porch light came on overhead, and i sat there on the steps reading zombie comics. it was pretty great, i gotta say.
the sun set, my porch light came on overhead, and i sat there on the steps reading zombie comics. it was pretty great, i gotta say.