It's nice to walk around in the back fields of your grandparents' property and surprisingly find a piece of your childhood sitting there. Amongst towering weeds and imposing trees.
Rusted all to hell.
Seeing it this way, I'd rather it have been trashed.
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It's like a scene out of some sick time-travel film. You go forward in time only to find everything you knew in shambles.
And that made me shiver.
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