It once was the family farm of the town's triplets.
The doors are wide open in welcome
to critters,
panes once sparkling
long shattered,
the clean swept floor
foot deep in litter.
All of it crumbling with neglect.
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If only floorboards and walls could speak. How I would love to hear their stories! Marieke, could you please email your home address to me at jonieuwenhuis@hotmail.com......we would love to send your family a Christmas card. Joanne
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