Tin Roof

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This is the house I became a teenager in. I think I was around six when my grandparents said we could live in it. It had four rooms. No indoor plumbing. Water was drawn daily from a cool spring well.

I loved it when it rained. The tin roof seemed to be magickal with the rain falling on it.

I designed this today.

Rain on Tin Roof

 

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Author: cryominute

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