Im was skateboarding down the street running parrallel with the train tracks some 500 feet from the door ateps of a small gathering of homesteads. They were not the the best of condition ragged from the weather and the wear. Little to no grass in sight but dirt and trees leading to pavement. What caught my eye most was that of lonely post. Leaned slightly towards one side. Tied at the top was a string, following down to the end was a knotted handle of a beaten gallon plastic jug. Children played near by the cheers and screeches ringing out. So much joy amongst so much pain.
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