Dream House # 9 . . .

Somewhere in a quiet corner of the universe I know there is a home waiting for me, one that I have dreamed of over and over. . . I think it looks something like this, but I can never hold onto the dream in the waking minutes of the morning long enough to be certain. Amazing how the roof of this place could bow so far without collapsing. What do you think ? Is there any hope of saving this place ? Is there any hope of saving me ?

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