Standing silent witness to time, an old and weathered stone wall opens a window on another age.
Whispered ghost sound of workmen laying rock, moving with deliberate care at a pace which would conquer an entire continent.
A window..... built to let in light, and for a man to look out upon the world, safe within solid stone walls. Safe from the storm, safe from attack, safe to rest.
Safe from everything..... but time.
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I love all of the old stone ruins we have in PA -- stone walls, old barns, ice houses....
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