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The photograph of the house, nestled amongst lush greenery, practically leapt off the screen at Clara. Her breath hitched. The old porch swing, the chipped paint on the window frames – it was all there, exactly as she remembered. A current of pure, raw electricity zapped through her.

She rose from her chair, a sudden burst of purpose driving her. She had been listless, aimless, for months. Now, the world seemed to sharpen, to come into focus. The house, this listing, had triggered something deep within her.

She spun on her heel and practically flew to the bedroom. A whole new day had begun, and she felt ready to conquer it.