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where drawings hide.
The drawings me and my sister
drew when we were little.
Flowers, houses, me and her. Every
minute, hour, day we would draw on
those stairs
We came back and mom and dad
were putting hardwood on the
beautiful little kid drawings.
We were heart broken, we loved
to draw on those stairs.
Everyday when I walk on those
stairs I remember me and my sister
would draw on each others
drawings because there would
be no more room to draw.
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