wtf
A farmhouse, the walls still struggling to support a collapsing roof, stands untended. Dust protects the innards of this hull, but separates it from reality in a shroud of desolation. Trapped in code long forgotten, this relic sits dormant, living somehow in a world expired.
posted by Nailed It at 12:08 PM
1 Comments:
I do like that you sneak over here occasionally. And that I sometimes catch it.
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