Where old meets new. Memories from the past and future dreams are fastened together.
New outlooks.
What began long ago, begins again; only this time with the richness of history.
New shelter for the elements to pound upon above, and a refuge for those under it's covering below.
Watching our house take shape is a constant reminder of life's ever-changing-ness. Sometimes it's uncomfortable. Parts of the process exposes more than we'd like it to. It's not always pretty. In the end, if we allow it, we become stronger, our capacity to give of ourselves is greater, and a new beauty that we never knew could come about, does.
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