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An Old Factory in Footscray

It has stood abandoned for years, the toxic soil too costly for developers to clean up. It's vast, dark, gutted interior echoes an absence. And yet a tuft of grass has pushed up through the oil soaked concrete floor beneath a shaft of sunlight falling from a hole in the ceiling. It grows on this narrow stage, a thin beam of light enough to sustain it and drip a little moisture down for it to sip. It clings onto life as a poem does, pushing through a crack in the soul, seeking out enough light for it to live for awhile in a hostile world.

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Date: 11/5/2024 3:00:00 AM
Heya Paul, I think it was Aristotle that said, (Nature abhors a vacuum) and your tuft of grass finding a niche in the concrete floor is living proof he was right, your analogy with a poem pushing through a crack in the human soul is quite beautiful and profound, you have a poets soul for sure, cheers David
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Date: 11/3/2024 12:22:00 PM
Your imagery could also describe some people who cling to life through little more than a ray of sunshine and the hope for a better existence is this toxic world. Faith lingers for a reason
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