By suppertime, they had birthed the skeleton of a room, the bones and structure of a space. Dusty carved “1861” on a beam in a corner that only the most observant would find. And in carving, he became a ghost to future generations.
But someone from the waking world would lay their hand upon these beams, would trace the numbers, and—like joining ends of two morse cables—bridge the real and ethereal worlds.
An artist of the twenty-first century would defy all logic and purchase Home with Barn on 20 Acres—Seller Motivated sight unseen. On a whim, she would follow a calling and migrate a thousand miles to be there. Because.