Thunder claps over me My slumber interrupted Instincts alerted
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The building groans as water passes through the aging pipes The abandoned conference rooms mind their own business The white noise competes for attention as it breathes through the space A maze of hallways and corridors boggle even the sharpest mind Printers come alive, spitting out reports The machines, always on, always ready for battle The uneven melody of speech comforts the fearful The sparse human population remains
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Last post in the series for this trip. :)
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We gather in the wooded place Familiar faces from long ago Family We are reverent, but not solemn This is a joyful time Celebrate the life of the matriarch Remember the traditions she created Surrounded by a cathedral of trees Lowered into the Earth by volunteers Wrapped in only a shroud Nature will embrace her Miniature trees are planted to mark the space The cycle is complete
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Trials of the Turnpike and a Reality Check
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Photo Credit: https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/7384090