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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