The pavement in front of great-great grandmother's house has become pitted, scarred and worn away from the feet of young ones, sisters and brothers, making their way for the next overnight stay; they never were shy to race one another to be first through the door for a hug most gay~ today the house has been sold, sidewalk repaired, still that old pavement held memories well shared..
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