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A Pile Of Stones

Ruined house - Photo de Sueda Gln: https://www.pexels.com/fr-fr/photo/bois-paysage-nature-building-28106301/

The children leave first; the work is less demanding in the city and much better paid. Here, whether you are a shepherd or a farmer, the days are long, and there is a strong desire to experience everything that is sorely lacking in the area: multiplex cinemas, nightclubs, and so on.

One day, one of the parents dies, and the eldest son takes the elderly surviving spouse with him. A few years later, the latter dies in turn, and the parents' house finds itself in shared ownership.

At first, they visit the house a little during the holidays to get together with family, but soon there is work to be done. It needs to be restored, but no one wants to put their hand in their wallet. Besides, they don't have time for all that; there is work, children…

So there are quarrels. They don't see each other anymore. They abandon the house.

The wind carries away some slates. Rain and leaves seep in, rotting floors and beams. One after the other, the levels collapse. In this soil, plants grow: ivy loosens the stones of the walls, and then shrubs become trees whose branches grow back and collapse the walls.

And one day, of the family house where so many generations lived, nothing remains but a pile of stones scattered around immense oaks...

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