I loved this street where every doorway was delightfully different. One day when we are done roaming and wandering the globe, we'll buy a house and install a unique door which will make all who pass want to pause their busy life to ring the bell and find out just what kind of people would choose such a door. I don't know what it looks like just yet, but I know we've got nothing but time to figure it out as our days of wandering are far from over. So I content myself with peering at other people's doors, wondering how or why they chose them and if there is a story to be told about this particular wood or that intricate design. One day I'll know this language and pause my busy life and go up and ask.


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