There is something so warm and friendly about home. This is home to me. Our home is over 100 years old. I often reflect upon the woman who once cooked there over a wood stove--the one still outside our kitchen door. I think about the bread she baked, rolling it out over the green marbled surface I now use as my desk top. The aroma of baking bread would have filled the entire neighborhood. I wonder what Christmas was like here, over a century before I arrived.
Reflections of past and the future interlaced here in my home.
When I walk through The Abandoned, the contrast between home and this place strikes me. Emptiness reigns in the present. One wonders about its past--and what the future will hold.
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