Monday, January 09, 2023
Monday, January 09, 2023
Tall grass sways as cars pass ignorant of the house between the trees. A small road hidden between fields of green grass flowed with the wind. He stands upon the wooden porch, watching the day drift slowly where time has no measuring, a place stuck in a time when things were less modern.
He drove his small car to the place left to time. A place without time. He came here to escape his life for the solitude of the past left alone by the present. Ignored by developers and travelers alike except him, he first saw this house as a child from the backseat of a bigger car. A family car.
He paces as another car races down the road toward the freeway. This road but a means to travel between two freeways that cut through the land like a barrier built to divide while providing some with a way to escape...
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