My home being a former winery (a bulbous, 200 liter glass decanter sits in the corner still), I don’t know that anyone would have lived and died in it. Although, I also don’t know how old the building is and the uses it may have gone through. The house is quiet, nothing creaks or groans, I only hear sounds of life: insects flying in and out, the family across the street with two teenagers, birds singing and plucking elderberries, the mouse that lives under the roof tiles, distant sheep and roosters, the church bells, and sometimes a car.
Sicily 6/29/24
Sicily 6/29/24
Sicily 6/29/24
My home being a former winery (a bulbous, 200 liter glass decanter sits in the corner still), I don’t know that anyone would have lived and died in it. Although, I also don’t know how old the building is and the uses it may have gone through. The house is quiet, nothing creaks or groans, I only hear sounds of life: insects flying in and out, the family across the street with two teenagers, birds singing and plucking elderberries, the mouse that lives under the roof tiles, distant sheep and roosters, the church bells, and sometimes a car.