This was on my vacation to-do list.

On the penultimate day of our vacation, I stopped at an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere.

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( This old house. )

this old house

There is a certain
feeling I walk away with
more often than not
when I see the ruins of houses
and cabins and stores
and the abandoned home
with walls cracked and broken,
windows missing and
the porch door on one hinge
and a faded sign swinging,
knowing that at one point
someone built it and
loved it and lived it.

Now I understand why we bury our dead.