When stumbling upon an old dwelling, I often wonder, "Who lived here?"
I often wax poetic about their lives. Working hard. Struggling to survive. Clinging to their God and each other.
I know.
I read too many historical fictions...
Monday, September 17, 2012
The Olden Days
When stumbling upon an old dwelling, I often wonder, "Who lived here?"
I often wax poetic about their lives. Working hard. Struggling to survive. Clinging to their God and each other.
I know.
I read too many historical fictions...
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