Broken house

A relentless wind

Rustling leaves across the floor

The creaking open door

Being battered by the wind

The inside as cold as ice

Dust being push into the house

The inside being invade by the elements

No sign of life in an otherwise cold and lifeless setting

A mire house, no longer a home

The moonlight piercing the window

Casting the light of the moon onto the floor

A majestic feeling, if it weren’t for the cold

Another howl and the door slamming against the door

What will become of this place

Abandoned to its self

A cabin in the woods

Day #73 SJD

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