My mother and I joke about turning it this old house, Great Uncle "Dudie's"(spelling, mom?) house, into rustic bed and breakfast. Until today, on a quest to photograph our small herd of cattle, I was unwilling to abandon my general fear of it collapsing around me and venture inside. Now I simply want to clean it out and haul in pretty friends and relatives for heavily staged photo shoots. I really love the vibrant wall paper and the hay stored in the next room. The cow pictures didn't stand a chance.
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