The window behind which I spent my teenage years – photographed from good way away.
If it weren’t for the chimney I might have caught a peak of one of the new occupants of the room.
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A nice reminiscence. I was never able to “go home” – any of them. Thank you for sharing.
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I used to walk past a former home and wonder who lived there. 🙂 🙂
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I know who lives there. 😁
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🤣💕
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Great memories I suppose!
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