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by Jane Lang It was February. Rainy, cold, no new life outside the window; we stood in the empty room with our dreams, plans, goals and decided how we were going to make this house our home. I danced in a circle of love, it was like a picture: my head thrown back, arms outstretched, so much time in front of us, so many years ahead—a forever of tomorrows. We shared beginnings, looked out the window towards the future: blending, learning, planting seeds to follow the path our journey would travel through the years…so many years. Here I am in the middle of the empty room where we stood, my reflection shines in the darkened window lit from behind. I smile raise my glass to a new family and dreams to make this house their home.
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