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Would it tell me about the rot in the beams, the weight of a hundred thousand days pressing down, the way the staircase moans at night not from age, but from something... else? A house can be beautiful, can be lived in, loved, touched - and still wish for the wind to take it apart. I step back onto the road. The house smiles at me, And I smile back. 5 22 5 18 25 2 15 4 25 1 3 20 12 9 11 5 20 8 5 25 3 1 18 5