"While grassy forest quake surprise.
And the wild wind sobs and sighs,
My gold home rocks as like to fall,
On its pillar green and tall,
When the pattering rain drives by,
Clock-a-Clay keeps warm and dry."
--John Clare
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Looking good...
I never really expected to learn I'd gotten my first home from a text message, but hey, I'll take it!
Of course the house situation is more complicated than it would seem... More to come, as we figure out what we're doing.
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YAY!
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