Do you ever look at an old house and wonder what stories it would tell if it could talk? What secrets are held within these walls?
Who lived here? Were they happy? Where did they go when they left this place? The sorrows and joys, the daily chores and the celebrations, the laughter and tears must still reverberate through the walls and windows – even if we can’t hear or see them.
The possibilities are endless and I love to imagine different people and what their lives must have been like.