This is the home I owned for over 20 years in the tiny mining town of Roslyn, WA. Many good memories are wrapped around this place. The frequent snowfalls, surrounding mountain ridges, and most of all, the love and laughter that warmed its walls inside.
It's funny how much our homes are witness to our lives, and yet they never tell a soul. They stand quitely, harboring secrets, sheltering those inside from the unforgiving cold.
1 comment:
Hi mom! This is one of my favorites! See you when the snow melts!
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