When the Earth was much younger, I was younger too. I used to ride my bicycle, chase grasshoppers, watch clouds go by at this place. This is where I lived until I was about 12 years old. The memory of it haunts me like a shadow in many ways. Recently, my brother-in-law went there and took these pictures. I must admit it is odd to think of living in a house that does not even have a real street leading to it. To call a friend, it was 'long distance'.
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1 comment:
It does look isolated. Sad when a child has an unhappy childhood. It makes me so mad when my students tell me of their disfunctional homes.
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