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You can see this derelict home from the road, but not now, and for just a split second in any other season. She's been taken over, grappled by ivy and colonized by porcupines in search of shelter. One crawled out underfoot as I crossed the threshold, and I treed another in the forest out back. They shuffle around with mild annoyance, safe under a coat of quills. Beneath the sheath of summer, this home suffers the same protection. Prying eyes can't find far inside, just a wall of green in the shape of a home. Looks like all our right angles are being softened, by tongues of time and swallowed. It only seems right now and then, that the boards we hewed from an unwilling woods splinter and crack and take the rotting way back. It won't go to waste, feeding the roots and leaving new dirt behind. Every death serves some purpose, reshaped around new life in a rush to take its place, borrow the old energy. All the rocks cry out, and the trees hail holy entropy.

June 29, 2020
Annapolis County, Nova Scotia

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Tags:   a boy at his volcano day 4614

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Most of the ground level floors have fallen to the basement, but the living room hangs on for now. In the dust of lost memories lie a couple couches, a rusted washer, and an old kitchen stove – all gathered around an organ, attentive. Sitting still as a beaten heart and shallow as hollow lungs, a skeleton home keeps you safe for now. Seems that someone tried their hand at saving this place, a few floorboards lifted and walls gutted upstairs, but gave up when the job proved too tough. If you're waiting to be saved, that time has passed. water rushing through the ceiling every time it rains. There's a crooked quality, mindful of a moody misery, not to be mistaken for being at peace. Swaying side-to-side and slowly creaking, can't tell if it's me or the home that's breathing. Coughing up history, in wheezing clouds of finished stories. Two floors and a basement, all coming down in a stone foundation. Tightrope walking on bare beams underfoot, across the mouth of an open grave. I watch my steps, every one.

June 29, 2020
Annapolis County, Nova Scotia

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