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Houses are made of bricks and stones and homes are made of love alone. |
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These are pics of my mom's homes. One is her lake trailer; then her house she was building and finally her home that she was selling and the vandalism inside that occurred. |
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Her lake trailer where she was living while her new house was being built. She loved this place during the summer. |
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Side view of new lake house during construction. |
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This is the vandalism that helped to destroy my mom. |
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This is the house that was destroyed inside by vandalism. She loved this house. I grew up here. |
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