This empty farmhouse still stands in the field, devoid of human life. I’ve asked myself if in its time this now desolate place was once a happy, loving home. If only the walls could talk, I wonder what memories they would reveal.
This empty farmhouse still stands in the field, devoid of human life. I’ve asked myself if in its time this now desolate place was once a happy, loving home. If only the walls could talk, I wonder what memories they would reveal.