"When you get here, just come on in. The front door is unlocked," the text message reads.
I park in the circular driveway behind the last in a row of cars. Pausing, I take a deep breath before emerging into the cool fall air. As I climb the few stairs leading to the front porch, I notice a soft light shines through the transom windows hugging the door. I reach for the handle and feel the easy, friendly "click" of an unlocked door. I hope I am not betrayed by this warm welcome. Read more of this post
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