I stood in shock, as what was there a week ago had quite simply vanished. The scene was, in that moment, absent of violence but an emptiness grew within me. It was not that my heart dearly held or my head reveled in the past of this now very bare place. It pricked and pulled at me, that I was denied of any future possibility of ever experiencing what could have been. I don’t know why it so bothered me. But as I started peeling away, I started falling and falling. Beneath every hard surface lingers an abyss resting over another hard surface.
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