The Path I had to find ; my response to you...

I discovered the decay, thanks to Beth. With spiraling suspended staircase and the windows invaded by trees, I feel the air move all about me. It is crawling with history, with depression intertwined with gaity. The light strings plays in the background mixed with the wind. My eyes can only take in what i see before me as my heart pounds with in me. The vines pop and crack as i step lightly on them. I feel this is my place, i am the first to see it as it has been for 50 years or more. the whispers from the wall were written there for my eyes only. the bushes that grow before my eyes offer up the building in a monumental mockery. empty rooms with nothing but skylights above show the pale shadows of the rich and wasteful. the design is assymetrical with huge carved out sections to display gaudy vases. I was to scared to go to the musty basement, so i trasped to the pool. i pretended to be wearing the very chic knit blue striped suit as i waltzed up the tangle of cattails. the soundtrack of the splash and craok of the frog starts as i stare at the edge of the green, muck- filled water. goulish creatures skim clumisly across the water catching huge marroon dragon flies. I will be back....
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you annoyed my friends, better that you never came...

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