The craftsman

 The moment I drove on the 210 I felt like I was going home.

I wasn’t going to look at houses today, but I got an email and sent my realtor something about a house down the street.

I’m interested in the California craftsman bungalow. I am interested in the area known as bungalow heaven.

We go.

Nazzee picks me up on the corner and we see it.

I wasn’t expecting to be here or see it or feel this way.

The sky was dark blue and all the trees were beautiful.








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