The shutters were all closed up, as if her eyes were wired shut. Her face was dirty, grey streaks, like tear stains down her cheeks. She looked a little unloved, but inside there were signs of happy family times, room-after-room full of beds waiting for everyone to come back. We got lost in her halls, overwhelmed by the space, seduced by big windows, beautiful light and tiled floors. There were still daffodils in bloom and the back meadow was full of early spring flowers - cowslips, dead ne...
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