A tiny house alone in the
middle of the desert with
only a single chair by a
broken window.
This was someones home,
someones life. If walls could
talk about the history of whom
ever lived in this one room
hand built shack. I sat there
in the chair and let my mind
run wild with what it may
have been like.
Monday, October 20, 2014
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