She resides in the attic,
Dressed with cobwebs and smiles,
She waits patiently for her husband and sons to come home.
This year, the harvest provided the biggest and reddest of apples.
Next door, the pear tree produced none.
Upon the ridge is the steady flow of traffic,
No more horse carriages and first time cars getting stuck in the mud.
The house she lives in was built in 1924. Protecting all that come in
and humming to herself as she prepares a meal.
The house that still is blessed with it's original wood work and that Swedish charm.
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Every summer he would send her letters. Evelyn was thrilled when they arrived. The anticipation of receiving them after the long winter woul...
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He told me I would always remind him of autumn. The way the leaves turned, the line between decaying leaves and cool breezes, the way the fo... -
At night, the stairs of this old house creaks Whispering to me, sweet spirit sleeping soundly during the night. The shadow movements, the ...
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