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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