This old millhouse has been restored. The ancestors of some of my good friends ground wheat into flour here. Those were lean times. At that time it was spelled "lien"...anybody's ears burning?
I thought it looked like a nice quiet place to move into for a few days, but as usual we had promises to keep and miles to go before we sleep.
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Very charming!
so nobody knows who I'm talking about here?
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