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without the Christmas decorations and the snow on the ground, this little place looks like a small worn down place on the cedar river that I would see when ever we went tubing last summer.


It actually reminds me of my childhood as well, because there was a lot of depleted unloved shells of houses that gracefully poised on the banks of the Iowa river


our beloved gray house being one of them.

I wish I had a picture of that old gray house.



Posted December 29, 2015 by Marge in heartfelt, ramblings

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