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The houses that had witnessed so many seasons were always wise enough to celebrate the sunny ones.

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Upon that summer day the houses upon the hill were a pastel congregation of sweet hues, windows letting the fresh air flow in, doors opening to friends and kin.

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The houses were such happy compatriots upon that bonny rolling land. In all their hues, in all brightnesses of sun or cleansing rains, they were a picture well worth the painting.

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The houses hugged together, sharing walls and forming a row of storybook perfect rooftop peaks.

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The houses stood upon strong foundations, with bricks mortared together with loving hands.