The little house in the woods

I was stationed round here once. At the airfield. National service. Used to work in a place just like this.

Might this even be it?

Hard to tell, the way the woods have grown all around it.

Happy days. At least I think they were. Good mates. Not really kept in touch with any of them.

I can't be doing with vandalism most of the time. Stupid. But the flowers and the window made me smile.



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