A house with no name in days of old could tell many tales or full of lost souls. Its windows are broken and its doors have lost its charm, its broken floor could cause harm.
And yet you can imagine amidst the dust and wethered boards an untold story of working hands on piles of wood cords.
The story we may not know but it is not quite at the end for this house is still standing just ahead around the bend.
Through My Eyes 