When I attended graduate school, I was fortunate enough to rent a small, affordable, cabin along a river. The abode was rudimentary at best, though functional. It sat on a hill on the corner or two roads and had no yard to speak of. On most accounts it was dreary and undesirable, except for two features. The wrap-around porch being …
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