There is a house I used to pass by often. An unassuming little home set back from the road flanked by trees that grew in full each spring and shaded it from full view of passersby. The effect was a sort of camouflage. It made the house the kind you could drive or walk by a hundred times without ever really noticing. You might be vaguely aware it was the…
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