Who hosts what love has done, is not known. Now, to be destroyed.Wooden houses are slowly reduced.
Cities around the house when I noticed the sadness in me left.
Cities around the house when I noticed the sadness in me left.
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There is such beauty in this weary house. Thank you for preserving it with your camera and sharing it with us.
Hi,
What a pity that we leave old house its destiny. Same situation contines in my city,Kocaeli.
Thanks for your kindly comment about my bike tour. I advise it everybody.
A poignant photo and post. There is beauty in its sadness.
How old is this house? My grandfather lived in this city before World War one.
How old is this house? My grandfather lived in your city before the first world war.
During my younger age, I have moved to some places quite often. I still remember how sad I was everytime leaving my old house. Hope this old house had experienced some happy times :).
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