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Sharon Marie Buckler's avatar

My sacred place is the front living room. Everyone enters the house from the mud room door on the driveway side. My house sits 213 years old at an angle on the lot. This was once the last place in town. There’s still a 200 acre farm on the side with a beautiful red barn. My house was the original General Store when horse drawn carriages, horses with wagons and such were the only transportation. Until 1878 when the railroad moved in a mile away, taking all the stores with it. Across from the house used to be a huge building which had 100 employees who made and fixed carriage and wagon wheels. The land to the west of it was all part this farm originally. Behind the house on the driveway side was a tavern and a silversmith. There are pieces of foundation that poke up all around. Especially going down to the river.

The front living room has double doors that open to the front porch. My front garden beds are right there. In the summer my sacred place moves to the front porch wicker chaise lounge.

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Jack Herlocker's avatar

Button: “Pizza. Square box. Round pizza. Triangle slices. I’m confused.” 😁

Not sure as I have a sacred space, alas. Not much of a spiritual person, alas. ☹️

Wait! Yes, my sacred space would be Home, and Home is where Deb is! 😊

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