“It makes sense that I’m writing this on Resurrection Monday, since each time I step inside the Clifton House, it feels like something inside of me is reborn. My brain keeps saying, “this is real…this is real…you aren’t dreaming these wide stone steps that lead to the front door, nor this gracious living room with shelves lucky enough to hold her books. Look at the huge portrait of Mrs. Clifton. I wonder did she love it too.”
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