Upon a hill there stands a house. No doors, no furniture, no windows to stop the wind. A shell of a shed once a farmer's family homestead, and now in the dead of Canadian winter, lost in time.
Upon a hill there stands a house. No doors, no furniture, no windows to stop the wind. A shell of a shed once a farmer's family homestead, and now in the dead of Canadian winter, lost in time.
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