Abandoned

 An old building sits, gathering dust as nature creeps around it. That antique sign, not getting attention- until the fire. Suddenly we see what we didn’t see before, maybe we forgot, maybe we remember how we used to care now that destruction has taken ahold of it. We get sad, we get sentimental. We move on, naive of the chance to acknowledge what’s right in front of us. 

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