The main house: the writers stayed here.
The back of the house.
The screened-in porch on the second floor was where I did a lot of work.
You know this sculpture, right? How it was on the cover of that book? That one book? It was here first. (The woman who sculpted it lived here.)
This was my room.
The sleeping porch.
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This painting was above the fireplace.
I am pretty sure that the little boy was always staring off into space and NOT INTO MY SOUL.
My room had bookshelves filled with books. Including this one.
Dinner was usually served out here.
This was the huge kitchen where we could get ourselves breakfast or lunch or ice cream.
Um, it's twice as big as my living room.
The living room.
During my second week there was a spare porch and sometimes I worked there, too.
Sometimes I couldn't decide which screened-in porch to use, and that really sucked.