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1:52 a.m. - 2018-08-13 Empty places, houses, homes out here in the void, where there used to be someone writing, typing speedily, several times a week, but now are quiet, with echoed words.. darkened doorways where once I laughed and talked with them... my neighbours out here, quietly keeping me sane. Other homes have been built in between the empties and me, and it's been years. I forgot how much I liked rambling in this little box.
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