Sags. I doubt you could find a square corner in any of the nine rooms. It's drafty, winter breezes enter from the windows and the floors, even the electrical sockets on a blustery day.
The plaster walls, well, I like to say they have laugh lines. A collective response to all the storytellin' that goes on in here.
When the sun shines through the blown glass windows they cast a shadow that illustrates what I like to think a giggle might look like if it were visible instead of audible.
This house...home to my inspiration.
Photo of the Day - a chance encounter with sunlight on the wall, the ripple of glass.
there is a wonderful character to old houses that have been lived in & loved...
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