I live next to a lovely old ramshackle of a house. It has loads of lovely rusted up hardware and well-worn wood, falling-to-pieces stucco and crumbling brick. It's pull on me is magnetic.
No matter how close I get to it, I still wish I was closer.
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It looks bleached by the sun of ages.
ReplyDeleteMy thought too ... weathered wood. Where I live, everything is painted to within an inch of its life.
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