The Hovel is No More
The space is the same. The fence is the same. The fork in the tree trunk is the same. Now the hovel that was there is gone. It is only a flattened piece of land. It was sad to see it go but it was so decrepit that it was better to be leveled than left to crumble into itself in the next shaker.
Good bye! It was a pleasure gazing at your corrugated siding, and your sliding windows. I will miss you.
