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             Upon entering the twenty-five year old, ranch style house, you can't help but notice the light smell of warm, fresh banana nut bread lingering in the cool breezy air. The viewer's eyes are immediately drawn to the cozy setting. The living room is a very comforting place to reside and kick back.
             The white brick face of the fireplace has somewhat yellowed with age, and the mortar has turned a smoky grey color. The glass covering the mouth of the fireplace offers a view of the extremely large, flaming oak logs we sat around while drinking delicious cups of hot cocoa. On the right side of the hearth, sits a eucalyptus arrangement. The violet, teal, and rust colored eucalyptus sprigs are arranged in a bed of pearl marbles inside the frosted glass vase. Along with the smell of banana nut bread, the eucalyptus radiates a strong scent that permeates the room and heightens the senses. On the left side of the hearth, stand the brass fireplace utensils. Above the mantel hangs a piece of our child hood, a large oil painting my grandmother had hand painted. The painting represents the endless summer nights at my grandparents as we lay in our pajamas watching her paint her masterpiece. The original painting entices the eyes with its pastel colored flowers arranged in a simple vase.
             To the left of the painting, the viewer's focus is drawn to the built-in oak stained bookshelves. Among the dusty, old books are mementos of a family's life. On one of the shelves are the schools photos of my sisters and I, which are memories we care not to share, but that are too "precious" to hide. These photos are complimented by an adjacent shelf, which contains pictures of the vigorous sporting events my sister and I participate in. Amid these portraits are several small oil paintings. On numerous other shelves, there are ten wooden ducks. The ducks differ in size and are each individually named after the overwhelmingly long fishing trips with my father.

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