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Practically each time I make a day journey to Boulder, I really feel a magnetic pull to take a detour and slowly creep previous the two-story duplex I lived in after I was a pupil on the College of Colorado. The hunter-green fence that wraps across the patio and the enormous oak tree shading the entrance garden are nonetheless there, however, relying on the 12 months, I glean new clues about who calls this particular place “dwelling” — issues like posters displayed within the home windows, a wobbly beer pong desk within the entrance yard, or, largely just lately, fowl feeders and twinkle lights.
Actually, there’s an artwork to driving previous your outdated dwelling — from bracing for the myriad feelings that bubble as much as one way or the other getting fortunate and being invited inside for a tour.
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