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Saturday, March 12, 2011

Wild, untamed, and perfect

It's just a straggly, unkept, forgotten sprig of forsythia. Ignored most of the year, marking a spot where a house once stood, where lovers courted and children played.

Most all that gone some 40 years now to make way for a road.

Yet this one unfailing ghost remains. Perfection in its singular unkept and hardly remembered beauty.

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