More than walls
When we finally arrived, it was all there just like in that picture we had created in our minds after so many descriptions we had heard.
It was standing there, frozen in time, as if waiting for its owners to return.
Homes too have a soul. They encompass the feelings and memories their residents confide and build in them. The life we experience, the persons we shape ourselves to be, the laughter and tears we express, they all seep into the walls and are cautiously guarded like a well-kept secret.
It only takes a single breath to remember it all.
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MC's Whispers 
A very beautiful story, especially the part about the memories and secrets our homes possess that can be recalled in a “single breath.”
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed!
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It’s true. I’m sure building, especially homes, absorb something from the people who inhabit them. I especially love your concluding sentence.
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Thank you so much
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Your story reminded me of watching “Tidying Up With Marie Kondo” as the thought of otherwise inanimate things have souls, which is why we should be grateful for their service to us. My memories include the homes that surrounded the people. Well done.
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Thank you. Great simile there
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I believe it. Two previous houses I lived at put out some pretty sinister vibes, but the house I’ve been in for the last 10 years is vibe free thankfully.
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Oh dear. Good to hear though.
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Homes like souls, also need regular maintenance.
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True
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And to remember the memory of imagining
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Exactly
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