When I was 15, I discovered an abandoned house in the woods. It was a small two bedroom bungalow with a stone fireplace and a lovely front porch. But nature had reclaimed it. I cut through the vines guarding the door and pushed it open to find a tree in the living room which had broken through the roof to reach the sunlight. I sat down by the collapsing…
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