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