The sky over Briarwood Heights looked like rain-soaked steel when I parked across from the house I used to call home.
The porch light was still the same warm glow.
Like nothing had changed.
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The sky over Briarwood Heights looked like rain-soaked steel when I parked across from the house I used to call home.
The porch light was still the same warm glow.
Like nothing had changed.