My address. Got these tiles in Italy and did a very poor job of mounting them on the side of the house. I would do a much better job now--I cracked the 2 outer tiles and put ugly pieces of wood holding the whole thing together. Sometimes I contemplate taking it all down & starting over but I worry that the numbers will fall apart in my hands. It's something to think about anyway, when there's just a little bit of room in my brain. Like in the wee hours of the morning while Tess is staring at me, boring holes in my head with her eyes, trying to get me to sit up and start the day.
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