The Beekeepers House | Interior 3

The clock on the wall has stopped at ten minutes to six and somehow it’s not entirely inapropriate. As I move through the debris of this unknown life left behind the thought of time traveling drifts through my mind like a ghost from the past. Because that’s the way I see it all. It’s like time just stopped one day and no one bothered to fix it. In the nearby closet I find an old fur coat which was probably a highly respected piece of clothing in it’s day… yet now, nothing more than a dark shadow in an even darker closet and I move on through the poorly lit doorways.

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