"I walk inside the dying remains. Its worn surface a mute testimony of a by gone day. Beneath the floor the roar of the beast is but only the echo of the rushing torrent. Above I see a tiny mound, last year’s home to a graceful tenant, undisturbed by the raging. As I turn to go, the floor seems to quiver and I race to the safety of the bank. " @homesteader
Everything about this post is beautiful.
Thank you kindly! :-)
Such a lovely picture, it feels like I'm being pulled in. Enjoyment.
Thank you so very much.
Beautiful!!
Cheers from a little homestead in Ontario, Canada.