Humanity renders a beauty all its own to a place.   Know the impetuous boy, and his bike tossed by the roadside tells not of abandonment but whimsy.  Listen to the elder's dreams for his grandson, and the ramshackle dwelling transforms into someone's home.  The people who have grown here, hunted here, and survived here give the village its grace.  Their stories are etched into every plank of wood, their lives reflected in every shard of glass.