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Those farmhouse walls had heard our tears of every conceivable kind and loved us all the same.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 24, 2020.
The farmhouse was the gem of the green fields, ever warm and cosy while Martha lived there.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 24, 2020.
The farmhouse was the great beams and rock, yet more so it was our family and how we weathered the seasons together.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 24, 2020.
The farmhouse door was a hug upon return, always giving the emotions that great sense of having come home.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 24, 2020.
The soul of the farmhouse kept safe the memories of the laugher and good times and let the rest burn in the hearth.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 24, 2020.