It seemed like a life time ago since I had made my way down the wonky lane to the little pink house looking out across the bay. Each step felt like a step into the past going further back in time. I looked up to the clock tower and wondered if that too was stuck in 1930 something.
Standing outside the pink house, I was pretty sure that was still in the 1930’s and I was ready to wager going inside would be a mingle of Art Deco wrapped in surrealistic imaginings. Part of me just didn’t want to go in, it had been too long. However, this was my inheritance, a gift from my great aunt, and soon to be my home.
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