Abandoned
September 17, 2007, 8:25 pm
I am fascinated by old, abandoned farmhouses. They dot the American countryside from east to west. If they are haunted, it is only with memories.
Adobe buildings are particularly metaphorical. The adobe bricks are made from earth and water, dried by the sun. Generations can live within the earthen walls, but when the home loses its people, it soon recycles itself back into the ground.
A few miles from our house is a humble and intriguing little cottage. It stands alone and decrepit in a field. Yet someone carefully plants and harvests the alfalfa around it. It’s an island in a sea of grass.
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