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Withered Homes

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War is what happens when language fails.
Margaret Atwood

Tokens of an era that flew past us, plague these desolate streets. There are posters from political campaigns, advertisements for miracle pills and the odd ‘For hire‘ poster in neon yellow. No one roams these streets anymore, save for the occasional bus commuting passengers, lost in realms of their own making.

People change, and their interests and thoughts do too. For some, however, they simply lose sight of humanity.

The streets are lined with houses, dwelling places once called homes by strangers tothisworld they find themselves in. Faded paint and odd paraphernalia are all that remain, hinting at erased lives and untold fables.

It must be a painful phase – having to grow out of home, instead of growing up in one.

So many memories and stories, all rendered obsolete by a singular moment of impulsive…

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One response to “Withered Homes”

  1. Carla Avatar

    Thanks for sharing, Rae. We need to keep remembering what is happening in our world.

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