Empty Mansion
From the hill we could see it. Like the owners through the years, it had changed. The trees had grown taller the paint had been redone, twice. Still you could feel it. It lurked in the eyes blinking from the windows. Majestic. The home had survived the highs and lows of every soul that had walked through its doors.
Old empty mansion
rain pelting the fine rooftop,
impenetrable.
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