’twasn’t quite the night before Christmas, but it was at night and the stockings were hung by the chimney with care. The only thing I wish was different – outside of it not being the night before Christmas and there was no St. Nick – is that we had a real wood-burning fireplace. Oh well,… Continue reading Stockings Hung By the Chimney
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Lost and Alone
I often wonder what stories these old abandoned homes could tell.