Leaving Warren
So, while I was in Warren this weekend I went around to all the old haunts and took pictures. You knew I would. Took my kids to play on the playgrounds I used to play on as a kid and made them stand in front of my old house and took pictures of them. And then, since it didn't appear that anyone was home, I skulked about for a little bit and tried to peek in some of the windows, much to the consternation of my daughter ("You cannot just walk around on someone else's property!")
We packed up my grandmother's house without incident and said goodbye. And as I was driving out of town, I took this picture. When I think of Warren, I want to remember it this way. Secluded and peaceful.
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We packed up my grandmother's house without incident and said goodbye. And as I was driving out of town, I took this picture. When I think of Warren, I want to remember it this way. Secluded and peaceful.
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