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Nov 28
It's strange.. things that sting most.

Like the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room..

Standing like a photo backdrop in memories of home.

That house is not the same.

Gutted and plasticized…

A mad surgeon with a jagged scalpel.

Walls torn down…

Reclaimed wood fencing replaced the chain link.

What happened to the Apple tree..?

I fear to think.

Pictures in a Zillow ad for me to find…

God can be cruel… yet, I  find small mercies in his work.

© Nathan A. Brock 2024
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