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by skaiste Sep 6, 2007 category : Life, society / other
A withered old man stands on his grey front porch leaning against a hard stone pillar with his right foot propped up on a rusty, upside-down bucket h puffs on his hand-rolled cigarette, stares at the vacant country road avoiding the melancholy that he associates with a late october rain. his gutters are leaking the gravel road is flooding worn memories are rising under his battered brown hat he chooses not to embrace the drowning of his father when the rain stops there is more fencing to be mended more memories overwritten