I love my grandma's house. Her hard wood floors, burnt orange window shades, the quilts, the huge chest in the guest room filled with memories and clothes from Okinawa, the extremely huge tv, my grandpa's Harley, the feeling of home, the smell of chicken and dumplings or the endless supply of bar-b-q, and her garden. I love her garden.
-Hannah
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