I have a wooden house. Well, now Id better say that I had it. I inherited it from my grandparents and I have to admit that I didnt visit it very often for about 5 years. It is too far from the place where I actually live.
Last autumn I finally came here with my children and the first thought that came to my mind when I saw it was: God, why I forgot about this place, why I didnt care for it? Wood turned gray. That was the saddest thing this gray wood. It had such a warm colour when I was a
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