Old Homes


I’ve been staying in the home where I grew up. It is a quiet part of the city near a canal. Today, I discovered a bookshop barge. I suppose it should be expected that things change on the water. They say you can never go home, but I disagree. Old homes are like old wines more delicious with age, but still perhaps not wise to overindulge in. 



1 comment on “Old Homes

  1. My new goal in life is to be an eccentric rich man who just takes his barge and a loud of books up and down canals.

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