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A Little History...


     There is always a beginning... and as I start my blogging journey I would like to share a little bit about myself so that you can get a feeling of who I am, what sort of surroundings I grew up in, how that influenced the styles I am attracted to today and how this house came to be in my life. 
    

    

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