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It was a house down by the shore. Unlike all the other houses I dream about, I wanted to live there. I felt like this house had been made for me. There were so many rooms. But it didn’t feel vast; it felt cozy and like home. I loved the open feel of the place. I loved the windows looking out over the green and rocky slant that led down to the sea. There was a mudroom (much needed), and a spacious living room. All the bedrooms were filled with bunk beds, as if a multitude of children would happily come to visit. All the rooms held endless possibilities for an eternity.