The Death of a Rose Bush

And a home from the past

As I walked into the old neighborhood I was greeted by the sound of birds, of distant barking dogs, of lawn mowers, and of unseen children playing. It sounded just like it did so long ago when I used to live there. It was the middle of summer and the neighborhood was vibrant with life. The giant trees lining the street where filled with green foliage. Bushes were blooming and…

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