the little girl ran down the steps, she had found a bird's nest with four perfectly oval eggs in it; she showed it to her mother and the mother said- you killed the little baby birds. then the girl ran away crying.
Moral- don't show things you love to your mothers.
But everyone will tell you else wise.
Don't be sad. He makes me sad. Than run away with me.
Then I started hanging out with people.
Doing crazy things, swimming in lakes that people died in. All unknown for it seemed like good fun.
The stove on the East wall.
The floor was stern with yellow foam, the whole place seemed to have amazing light.
The first time I was here, I immediately realized how beautiful this place was; the dead animal skeletons, the sign of a fire, feeling as if this palace of a place hadn't bee inhibited in a hundred years. And perhaps my initial feelings were correct. Maybe there was a reason for this place still not being in use. To me it just seemed the remote location and of how many vacant one room school houses are left empty. But the second time I came back it may have been more evident that there was a reason for the abandonment.
The first time I made my way up the stairs onto the second floor story I remember a fairly large sized room with beautiful natural lighting coming in through the east window with only a rocking chair that left the sunlight dazzle it with dust. But the second time I came up there was a rocking chair, not in the same room, but in the room I had seen it in there were no East facing windows. Only a big stove sat where I though there was a window with the sunlight coming in through the opposing window, West.
At first that didn't bother me.
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