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Oct 2015
The cabin is old with years of weathering
Giant cracks in the windows
The gardens are overgrown
In need of trimming
Inside
All furniture is covered in a layer of fabric
Dust blankets every surface
A rifle balances against the wall
Showing signs it hasn’t been touched in years
A shattered coffee mug lay on the floor
Even after so long
The dark spill remains
Many memories are stored in this very old cabin
Countless are good
Countless are bad
But the final memory lies at this gravestone
Where I have placed a single flower
To say my last goodbye
Shelby Broderick
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Shelby Broderick
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