A Postcard from the Provinces

A Postcard from the Provinces

We soon found our farmhouse at a country crossroads.  It’s a century-old white clapboard structure with tall windows reminiscent of a church’s.  A sagging iron fence might be as old as the house.  It is a property of picturesque dilapidation—the type of place local children tell haunted legends about in an ABC Family movie.

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