I pass this house when I go to Cleveland. Someday when there isn't traffic I'll slow down and look at all the stuff. The photo is embiggenable.
Greetings from rural Massachusetts
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How fascinating! I'd be stopping and talking or leaving little gifts on the doorstep. Must be a great person who lives there.
Looks like they have more than enough "gifts". Not sure there would be room for anything else. I am definitely NOT a person who would stop and talk to the people out of the blue.
Once I passed a large purple-with-cream-trim Victorian on the way to Meadville. Mom was to have surgery, and I had to be there ASAP. I thought, "Funny, I never noticed this imposing house before." Well, there was a reason for this. I had daydreamed my way onto the exit for Gettysburg, not Breezewood. Route 30 was SO not funny. Up hill and down, up hill and down, behind slow, maddening trucks, until I thought I would SCREAM. I probably did.
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