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Personal Narrative-Bayou Road And Pine Street

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“Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts” - Oliver Windell Holmes Jr. Throughout most of my life, I’ve lived between the neighborhood of Bayou Road and Pine Street in Eudora, AR. The people are generous and peaceful, there has been good and bad times, all the neighbors love to have fantastic gatherings, and we love to endure each other. Along the streets of my neighborhood, my neighbors love to keep their yards in great condition, bills in check, and stay consistent. Towards South Pine Street, the curious children loved to relax and play on the wide field of the projects. Subsequently, various sports and activities are accolades there, whether it’s old - school or new - school. Also, on South Pine Street
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