It was a mistake to think of #houses , old houses, as being empty. They were filled with #memories , with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the #walls , into the walls, over the years.
Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life?
And there were houses, that breathed. They carried in their #wood and #stone , their #brick and #mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, #human . - 6 hours ago