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Abandoned A cottage, a door forever open wide. A stillness – something makes me step inside. A picture, faded sepia groom and bride. A dresser, letters in a loving hand. A trophy, some forgotten marching band. A photo, soldiers in a foreign land. A wireless, lifeless, on a worn-out wicker chair, a bookcase, a Bible and the Book of Common Prayer, and a hairbrush – in a veil of silver hair. A curtain billows in the soft, unfettered breeze. A window frames a scene of verdant summer trees. A garden – left behind for butterflies and bees… Abandoned. |
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