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The old inn

the old building
with an antique sign 
revealing  its name
"the old lodge" 

on the outside
walls built
with brown bars
and white squares 
almost faded words
revealing an existence
over  four centuries 

inside
wooden floors are crooked
walls are skewed
the steps of the stairs
create dizziness
a room door clamps 
the small window 
opens  squeaked
the fresh evening air
dispels the musty smell

downstairs again
the lady of the house
so sweet
hot coffee
a large pot
and for free
a burning candle
on the table

two tired travelers
embraced
by hospitality

©Ellie Daphne van Stralen

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