Another last visit

For the past couple of years, every time I’ve visited my parents’ summer house, I’ve been thinking that it’s the last time. I think this was the third last time… but now it’s looking increasingly likely that it really is the last one. Dad wants to sell it, he’s just not so keen on keeping it without mother.


The cabin is by the lake which is still covered with ice, but it’s melting fast. It was making incredible noises, I wish I had recorded it!

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