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One day I was walking on the West Hill of Portland, Oregon where the victorian houses nest among evergreen tree. I came across the iron-gate at the foot of over grown bushs and woods with a little pass ways lead into the Home in the state of dispare. I imagined numerous events and epic this house was staged upon. I can see the family gathered around on the front porch.
When the times changes memories romances us deep in our hearts.
Seeing those houses with alot of stories and imagining their live give us the warm feelings.