My A-muse-ing Life

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I stepped into the old house. It was dark and damp, but it was obvious the place had been once full of life. We walked through the foyer first, the guide leading the way. The front door hung loosely on the hinges, and dust and boards filled the floors as they were getting ready to tear the place down. From the foyer, we headed into the living room. A beautiful photograph mural filled the wall, with the appearance of a forest.

From the living room, we headed back through the foyer into the kitchen. An old metal sink stood in front of a window. I had to wonder just how many dishes had been cleaned here over the years. From the kitchen, we walked down a small hallway to see an outdated bathroom, and then headed upstairs. The upstairs bedroom ceilings were slopped, with the lowest part of the room coming down halfway to the floor. The outdated wall paper and carpet didn’t match, but somehow fit perfectly with this old house. So many memories must have been made here.

Rewrite:

I hopped into the old house. It was dark and damp, but it was obvious the place had been once full of life. We walked through the foyer first, the guide leading the way. The front door hung loosely on the hinges, and dust and boards filled the floors as they were getting ready to tear the place down. From the foyer, we strolled into the living room. A beautiful photograph mural encompassed the wall, with the appearance of a forest.

From the living room, we moved back through the foyer into the kitchen. An old metal sink stood in front of a window. I had to wonder just how many dishes had been cleaned here over the years. From the kitchen, we headed down a small hallway to see an outdated bathroom, and then headed upstairs. The upstairs bedroom ceilings were slopped, with the lowest part of the room coming down halfway to the floor. The outdated wall paper and carpet didn’t match, but somehow fit perfectly with this old house. So many memories must have been made here.