This is not an example of house envy, but as I was walking down my street, I was touched by the yellow against the pink trim. Besides, my neighbour would never want to sell it.
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D-L Nelson is an American-born Swiss-Canadian writer and journalist. Visit her website www.dlnelsonwriter.com
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