TEN. FIVE. TWENTY NINETEEN.
From a dream:
We were wandering around a dark town. The tour guide spoke of its history and of the different types of people and how they came together by their homes. It was turning into ruins. It was not what it had been; They wanted to bring in income In hopes that it wouldn’t be lost Because minds tend to fade over time and word of mouth only travels so far correctly. The woman said, “This house is falling apart, But see these pictures of the beauty that she was? Now she’s covered in termites and water is ruining the walls. This income doesn’t support my home like it use to.” Two teens hopped around Not listening to the history of this town. They didn’t take in all that it had been and the potential that it could be if someone cared as much as she.
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