The Alamo

We moved to a house that the neighbors called “The Alamo” for its barren, ramshackle facade. The nickname stuck. Children have grown and moved out, but we haven’t yet. This is such an ordinary story that it not really worth painting. But I drew the empty rooms anyway and found just enough left to paint.

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