My parent's bedroom with the shadow of a dresser that wasn't moved for 24 years.
I remember always wondering who made these hand prints in the concrete.
Old collectibles, discarded.
My mother walking through the empty house.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Last time
I went down to Atlanta a few weeks ago to see my parents and the house they just moved into. We spent the entire week working on it, installing hardwood floors, moving furniture, etc. At one point, we visited the house I grew up in for the final time...
My parent's bedroom with the shadow of a dresser that wasn't moved for 24 years.
I remember always wondering who made these hand prints in the concrete.
Old collectibles, discarded.
My mother walking through the empty house.
My parent's bedroom with the shadow of a dresser that wasn't moved for 24 years.
I remember always wondering who made these hand prints in the concrete.
Old collectibles, discarded.
My mother walking through the empty house.
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