The road in and out of the Hamlet that is Grouse Creek is a long dirt road. But unlike the other townlets we passed through there is a store. You can buy gas and ice and things like cookies but they don't do beer. There is a church, a school, and a post office the size of an outhouse. And then there is this place, the house of my dreams.
Mailing Address: Over-at-them-there-briers, Middle of Nowhere, Utah.
...how does this happen to a house?
& when can I move in?
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