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This was my grandmother's summer house, I spent summers here since before I remember. Of all places this is for me the essence of nostalgia, there is not a smell, sound, texture, color really nothing about this place that does not make me feel wrapped in the security blanket of childhood. It has a personalitly that is a reflection of generations of love, care, and comfort. I can judge a person by their reaction to this place, and if you do not fall in love I do not fall for you.
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