Walking along the city street, the beauty of the blue brick caught my eye. The quaint row house with just a single chair spoke volumes. I found myself opaque; much like the windows along the blue. Perhaps the thoughts behind the closed-door were similar to mine. Perhaps not. As I continued to walk, the quaint row house disappeared into a faded existence. The foreseen future; a mystery to all.
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