
I've lived next to the old house on Myrtle Street all my life. When I was little I wrote stories about it. I drew pictures of the house with bright paint, gleaming trim, lush gardens, and rich green lawns. Everyone saw it as shabby and run down, but I saw the beauty beneath the shabbiness.
Tomorrow I'm marrying Tony. When we get back from our honeymoon Tony and I will be moving into the old house on Myrtle Street. My life's dream has come true at last. I'll be the woman living in the big old house on Myrtle Street.


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Have a wonderful holiday weekend!
glad you're back! be gone evil writer's block! haha!
That was great!
dropping by to leave you a 10,
HAPPY 4TH
I really enjoyed this read Wanda.
No large, old home would be right without a lovely resident lady ghost so I appreciate your offer. ;o)
Jan, I love houses. When I go on vacation I always drive around just looking at houses. And court houses. And libraries. Old train stations. I am nuts about buildings. oh, I guess you can see that.
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
love it