a few weeks from now, i am going to say goodbye to the blue bathroom ceiling. to the creaking little staircase with the footsteps of one hundred years worn out. to the dishwasher that has been used as a cupboard. to the cellar that gave me so many worries because i needed my purple wellies to wade through it at times. to the views into the street, the houses behind the windows, the strange nooks and crannies of our lovely tiny house.
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