Lights Out
I'm a sucker for abandoned houses. Trespassing is the only crime I commit on a semi-regular basis. I wonder about the life these houses once held. There are so many things that happen within the structure of one's home. These walls witnessed the personal stories of joy, sorrow, trust, despair, grief and faith. Sometimes, when I look closely at these walls, I can feel a story left behind.
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