Farm Berkendonk

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Sunlight beats down on the weathered red brick of the farmhouse, its empty window frames and open doorway gaping into shadow while ivy climbs the walls and dry weeds overtake the yard. Inside, a steep wooden staircase rises into darkness, light casting sharp, angular shadows across stained walls. Upstairs, a small attic bathroom has surrendered to neglect, its white corner bathtub and tiled walls coated in grime beneath a litter of broken tile and debris. The adjacent kitchen is no better—purple graffiti scrawled across a window above a filthy stovetop, with missing countertops and blackened trash scattered across the floor. It’s a quiet, sunlit ruin, every surface telling the same story of a place slowly swallowed by time.

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