Like this:

It wasn’t so very long ago that my parents moved into a nice little story cottage kind of house across town, one with big oak trees and eighty million roses, a little trickling stream out back and a lot of naughty squirrels jumping about.  And in the basement of the house is Mom’s soon-to-be sewing room, for which I just completed its welcoming sign, hanging over the stairs as you enter it.

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