Abandoned in the Cold




He sat on a quiet bend in a peaceful rural Illinois neighborhood. We slipped through the wooden, splintered fence posts. Our friend was in ruin. A pale shadow of its former glory. It once spoke of excitement. Contentment. The life of adventure. Its voice muttered to us now as our eyes ran across its sagging doors, broken windows and blistered face. The old boy squatted there. The voice we heard was tired. All the people that had made it what it was… were gone. Its voice rumbled… No love. No life.




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