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					<description><![CDATA[<p>My grandma’s house was always full. The hinges on the front door were almost invisible. In the heart of Cleveland, Ohio, not a side town along the way, but real Cleveland, is where I stayed. In the white paneled house with red shutters that shaded the windows. Down the street from the corner store with five cent candies and chicken and JoJo’s covered in red sauce. The street seemed so long back then, so vibrant with all its people. The house seemed even bigger. The once bare walls in the living room transformed into my grandmother’s own personal canvas. The</p>
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