The sun shone through the window, a ghost of motes and silver dust, swirling with the despair of a wandering spirit.
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I recently read an article about homes that remain unoccupied for years, left to slowly rot away.
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The sun shone through the window, a ghost of motes and silver dust, swirling with the despair of a wandering spirit.
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I recently read an article about homes that remain unoccupied for years, left to slowly rot away.
Love this thought! I always am intrigued about old falling down houses, and the stories they could tell.
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Love the thought of all the history behind the buildings!
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Henry James does some wonderful stuff with empty structures and spirits and such.
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I’ll check his stuff out!
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I like finding them and taking their picture.
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That sounds wonderful!
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Very beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Great imagery!
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Thanks! 😀
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My home was like that a few years ago during my last failed relationship.
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I hope your current home is full of life and happiness!
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It’s full of procrastination right now.
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This is exquisite, truly!
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Thank you so much!
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A lovely line 🙂
I’m always fascinated by old houses that are delapidated and boarded up, wondering what used to be the life there. I had a first hand experience today of a boarded up beach hotel; the the small bay it is sited in is all in the same state. I recall spending many summer days there with relatives, now deceased, when it was full of people and fun, now it’s deserted and the old padding pool taken over by the sea, full of rocks!
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Thanks!
That sounds like such an interesting experience! To have seen it full of life, and now deserted.
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Christine,
‘Abandoned’ takes me right back to ’69, though any ghosts lurking in the old manor house, which now served as a drawing office, were definitely of the benevolent rather than the malevolent kind. It was my first summer there as a draughtsman and the sun used to shine through the French-doors to my left just as you’ve described, with dust motes swirling silver in the slanting shaft of sunlight…
One day, a rather gorgeous young typist marched straight down between the rows of drawing boards to mine at the end and invited me to partner her at a bowls match on the lawn after work. I’d never played bowls in my life but said “yes” at once, and the rest is history. We’ve been married for 43 years now.
Thank you for the happy memory.
Paul
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Thank you so much for sharing that! It made me smile. I’m so glad you could relate! Thank you for reading!
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