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a simple piece about the life of a door. |
The creaky old wooden door sticking at the bottom from warpage stands open revealing much more than a room worn with age. Creaking floors trod by generations, the number of feet, hard to gauge. Numerous daughters and sons have walked across it like a stage. "Skreeeek" the door opens again and two children wander out from a once again inhabited domain. This house is a home no doubt! The creaky old wooden door stands in sadness, no more. |