Friday, May 28, 2010
Taylorsville Lake
I took a trip out to Taylorsville Lake this evening. There is this big lonely white house that I call my house…I feel sad when I see it falling down and think about how probably one day, it had laughter in its halls, warmth in its stove and the smells of fresh baked pies wafting through the rooms. I wish I had the money to restore it…




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