This house is on high in the middle of two magnificent views, Great Bay and the Quarters. It's skin is shriveling, lifting off the wooden planks as if the cool breeze lapses alongside it and singes the golden vanity on its walls.
It is small and has managed to keep the gaping mouth of vegetation from clamping down over it, swallowing it whole, like most houses, where even the dust of yesteryear deforms them, pulls them into the shadows and make people forget they once stood like this one that stands every so closely near the public road...Read More |
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