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I love scary old houses, especially the kind you find in small Hudson Valley towns that were settled many, many moons ago. There was a day last week that reminded me of the song "Black Hole Sun": the far away star seems to spin wildly around a dark cloud sky, like something out of a witches fable that farmers told wayward children for centuries, huddled around a fireplace in the kitchen, as the snow swirled outside, and the barn door rattled in its' hinges with every strong gust of chilly wind. Yeah. Like that.
