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sneaks in stealthily to palpable emptiness takes a look around ah, all the familiar sights it's nice to see the old place the stains on the walls clean spaces once protected shielded by portraits decor of dust and cobwebs the smell of yesteryear peeling wallpaper ageless soot on masonry hearth tools left behind creaking floors whispering names echoes of her heritage broken windows breathe as she groans for visitors she still has her charm this old house out in the woods this home built by rustic hands
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May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 4:46 PM UTC
Grandma's Cabin
sneaks in stealthily to palpable emptiness takes a look around ah, all the familiar sights it's nice to see the old place the stains on the walls clean spaces once protected shielded by portraits decor of dust and cobwebs the smell of yesteryear peeling wallpaper ageless soot on masonry hearth tools left behind creaking floors whispering names echoes of her heritage broken windows breathe as she groans for visitors she still has her charm this old house out in the woods this home built by rustic hands
© May 24, 2010 Inspired by a friend's description of her Grandma's first house.
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May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 4:46 PM UTC
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