A stretch of stone covering the fence that blocks the parking lot from the street. The weeds wrapped around the rocks seem to take over everything in their path. Trees that bend over from age seem to be reaching out for the nearby street. One shrub all by itself amongst all of the rocks and weeds and trees. It seems to be the only sign of life amongst the death around itself. Even the fence behind it seems to be keeping it from a life of lawns and skies full of life.
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