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As I walk in the winter storm no other in sight alone in my thoughts the air crisp and clear with snow falling thick around me
I pass by the house of wonder to me it’s just a plane brown cape wreathed by time and the salt air not really that old just maybe 50 years or so
Standing there as I have so many times just looking at it as the snow fills the trees and piles high on the ground
In the front just to the left and another at the right corner close to the house is 2 tall pine trees ones that have been there for far longer than the house
There is another one in the yard by a long drive at the end of the drive is a very, very old grey garage all battered by time and New England cost weather
I stand as I have before my thoughts flow like water in a slow moving river most of it about the house and I have to wonder about it
You can see in the window a neat well-kept house but also a slice in time never changing never growing old or shabby
Yet for all that no one has ever been seen or heard the yard always well-kept yet by who’s hands take care of all this
My thoughts go faster no one takes much notes of this house it is as if by magic it came to be too new to have the trees to have grown so close and large around it
No other person even thinks it strange that no human is around nor do they wonder about how it came to be
Now I turn to walk away and I think I see a form in the window watching me yet looking again no one there
My thoughts turn to the magic of the snow in the now failing light and watch as the wind blows it to and fro and think now time for home and my own magic with in
Fantastic writing! That was a superb read.
You really are talented with all of these. Would read another again!
Vry nice @dragonwoman52
awesome blog Dragon
Beautiful piece, Dragon! Ty ty for sharing it with us =^) It's nice to read your writings again, I always enjoy them <3
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