Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.


Stillmeadow Daybook (1955)


Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.

Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.

Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.

Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.