They lay together for years,
one covering the other.
Weathering storms,
guarding each nite in turns.
Dormant but aware,
shy yet hopeful.
Then.
They were cut into,
with surgical precision.
Each and every wall,
the smell of fresh timber again.
An infusion,
new life.
Most unexpected,
circulation restored.
Breathing again,
their union refreshed.
Joyful.
As they wrestle and move together,
for another 85 years.
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