I came to a place strangely foreign and strangely known.
The fireplace recently burned out, embers weakly glowed.
The windows with condensation were inviting and mysterious.
Not a soul inside, an abandoned dwelling waiting to be inhabited.
I tended to the fireplace and explored the rooms.
What a marvelous place worth knowing!
There were many cobwebs, the rooms were a mess. I thought I would hire a maid, there was too much to do.
But I begun to clean alone.
In this time I discovered many beautiful things within the dwelling.
I stoked the fireplace again.
I cleared the rooms and noticed the condensation had melted away.
Much time had passed.
I took a step back.
It was a marvelous place worthy of love.
I then realized the home always deserved love even when it was a mess.
All it took was a decision to tend to it.
And so I shall
For the rest of my days.

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