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This is the best I could do of this old property I used to go to every Thanksgiving that my uncle owned. It was my happy place; I was never sad when I was there, and I was always laughing. I would've never expected it to be sold because my aunt insisted that we didn't need it. I had to find a new place to call my Beautiful Place.