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Like when I was a kid, I like to look when I happen upon one. My most recent foray into unexplored territory was private property. Out with a friend and his dog we looked in the front windows of an apparently abandoned house and then went around to the back porch for a peek. Standing carefully to peer in, I fell through the floor and hung there by my arm pits. Embarrassing, and funny, to say the least.
Most interesting was the house. A very small Victorianish house, it was full, top to bottom, left to right, with wood of all sorts. Planks, logs, etc, all stacked in the most appropriate manner as to fill every inch of space. In order to walk through the doorway, one would need to remove wood and make a path. It was as if someone began at the front and systematically stacked as they walked toward the back door. It must have taken years.
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