The lonely house
Proud of me and my daughter. The soldering finished, glue set, fabrics sown. Now it’s tucked into a corner as simple decoration.
One day my daughter will grow older, dust will collect, and even I will die.
As dark as that reality may be, the lonely house will be dusted off and memories will bring a tear. Suddenly the dusty old house is worth more than gold.
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aww love it, and got chills all over my arm, reading your text :) time will sure pass adn this will be a nice looking back event ! delish done , i want to move in tooo ;)
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We take for granted time. Thanks for reading m'lady Dragon
Dang sirbearbear, you look WAY into the future.