by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy
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This prose was inspired by a house in my neighborhood. It was the old house of a high school friend, and over the decades I’ve watched it go from being well cared for by his parents and family, to being taken over by strangers, to being abandoned and ultimately, completely rundown: a hazard and an eyesore to the community.
In the past few months, the property was sold, and as I drove by every few days, I took mental notes of the activity going on: The siding came … read the rest. . .