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THE LOG CABIN
Nestled deep in the woods,
there it stood uncommonly.
Follow the winding path that
leads to the front door.
The Cabin was unique, with
it's wood-shingled roof.
Moss had made it's mark
in places where it belongs.
With timbers a hundred years old
maybe it was more...
Time moves so slowly here.
Maybe in reverse time goes.
Michaela Warren 2011
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