One day my sister drove me way out east, past the gorge, past forgotten towns, past apple orchards, and past cows, up big hills, across a river, past some windmills and up some more hills.
She stopped here; the middle of nowhere. But I guess to some one it was some where at one time. What stories does this house hold? Layers of beautiful rotting wallpaper showed that someone once cared. No signs of indoor plumbing mean it was probably some one a long time ago.
This place reminded me of this episode of this radio show. If you have time-it is so worth listening to it.
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Today I see my sister and her son for the first time in many months! I can't wait...
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And if you are up for it, help me choose colors over at the summer social blog.