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Orange! What a fun color for a house, orange. I cannot name many others so daring. Palm trees lines the driveway as our RV rumbled in, my cousins and I staring, At our grandparent’s Florida house, the best part of the year, It’s short, squat, perfect, and the ocean very near. The backyard is a plot of sand, a hammock guards the corner, I was approximately thirteen, maybe a little older, When they said Gma and Papa had moved to a new house down the street, The house is tall with spiraling staircases; it’s clean and white and neat. Now when we fly into town we pass the orange house on our way to the white, I can’t help but do a double take, it really is a sight. The orange is dull and faded, the green more prominent instead, As the winding plants and palm trees start to hide, they slowly start to spread, The backyard is a patch of beige, tumbled with weeds, No sign of life or purple treasure chests we used to play hide-and-seek.

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Date: 1/7/2022 1:33:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this. Welcome to PS. Indeed, I welcome you with the love of God expressed in the Bible's John 3:16, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you.
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