At the home of grandparents.
The home that echoes with a lifetime of memories.
It's silent this evening.
It will fill with voices of family members later tonight.
I can't count the times I have walked or ran these halls.
The laughter.
The tears.
The love.
The sheer sense of the world suddenly righting.
Every time in my life I have walked through the door.
I look around.
I am overwhelmed.
Here is a little bit of pink.
From one of my favorite places in the world.
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