Sunday, September 13, 2015


The steps to the porch of my grandmother's home. My mother's mom. Where Mom mainly grew up. More than a hundred years old on a farm that, longer ago than that was covered with dead soldiers in the Civil War. And before that, probably a farm for a hundred years. And before that? Absolute paradise.

And now, an abandoned, boarded up house with snakes in the cellar and a trailer park before it and a freeway behind it.

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