if i could move the villita to the land of possum lodge - i would take a handful of my neighbors and put them on possum lodge-like land too - so everyone has enough room to breathe - (this is obviously excluding the urchins directly across the street) - with a market and a bar within close striking distance - preferably walking. where the only sounds you hear is the whistling and creaking of the trees, the crunch when you walk down the driveway, the crickets through the window as you sleep, the rain slapping against the shingles of the house, the birds yapping at each other, and the occasional cat caterwauling at the "annoying" birds ... or the moon - and the moon usually has nothing to say.



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