Harper and Bewick
Many memories were created on this corner where my childhood church used to stand.
I hadn’t come by in a while because the pile of rocks was too hard to look at.
Now, there’s stuff growing there.
It’s a visible metaphor.
Things that were once of utmost importance suddenly don’t exist. The devastation turns to anger then sadness when you look at what’s left.
Over time, though, something new starts to grow.
The structure is gone, but the memories stay for as long as you’re willing and able to keep them.
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