Two-acre backyard filled with the remains of formal gardens.
Tall ceilinged hallways reverberating with the echoes of days gone by.
Parquet floors, sculptured woodwork, mosaic tiled bathrooms with claw foot tubs.
Elegance from a time long gone.
No central air. No washer and dryer hook-ups. No elevators, or parking garage.
It calls to me. “Welcome hooooooooooooooooooooooooome.”
And as I lie here in my bed contemplating such a move I think I see the grim reaper clad in raggedy black clothes scurrying past my closet. I hear his silent grin and watch as his bony fingers reach out for me…
Is that a welcome, or a warning?
Perhaps I need to just keep on looking!
I slept with the light on for the first time in years last night!
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