Stormy skies matched the house. The scene, perfect monochrome.
As she approached she asked herself when did this place cease to be a home.
Times of banquets, times of joy
Times to be bold, times to be coy.
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Stormy skies matched the house. The scene, perfect monochrome.
As she approached she asked herself when did this place cease to be a home.
Times of banquets, times of joy
Times to be bold, times to be coy.
Continue reading at willowdot21

























