Not even a "sold" sign mars the beauty of the spring green grass and colorful flowers.
Friends are nowhere in sight nor do they call.
I spend my days sorting through the stuff of my life.
I spend my nights in deepest bone weary slumber.
Familiar surroundings soon to be a memory.
Primary residence soon to be
My very first home chosen by me.
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