The Dream for the New Year
We’ve moved back to the Rock House, and our den here is blinding in the mornings, sun pouring in. This used to be Grandma and Grandpa’s home, and now it’s ours, outlined in hot pink azaleas and wild poppies in the Spring. Now books line the shelf where Grandma’s dolls used to be. Now four boys rattle the walls, the sixth generation of Haines to live here.
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