The morning light slowly filtered through the beveled glass in the front door. It cast an oblong pattern that seemed to dance across the far wall of my living room. Quietness permeated the house except for the sound of the boiler kicking on to force hot water through the cast iron radiators. I love my old house with plaster … Continue reading This Old House
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