Finding an Abandoned House: A Lesson in Entropy

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I found a house once, as a child, that had been left.

It was a wooden home with a brick chimney, and parts of the walls had crumbled, leaving it open to the fields. A fallen pine, I think, lay across its beams, the deadened branches reaching into the little kitchen, all grown over with weeds and lichens.