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Ghost Town

Ghost Town As I walk past the sagging wooden sentinels, silence is deafening. Only the haunting sound of wind moving through its skeletal remains. Once, a place of hope and dreams now sits alone and forgotten. Echoes of voices from the past fill the hollow structures once thriving with life. Memories will always remain as nature continues to swallow the last vestiges of a bygone past. Soon, the earth will take back what man once forged from wood and stone.

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