The blog sits silent.
It is like a ghost town found in a movie western. The tumbleweeds blow past the abandoned buldings. Torn curtains flit in and out of broken six-pane windows. It is night and the moonlight casts bright light on the streets, causing long shadows on the ground from the hitching posts and the dry water troughs . . .
A candle is seen in one of the upstairs windows - the only sign of life for miles. The small flame flickers and twinkles. Your eye is drawn to it. You wonder what's going on up there. Who lives there? What are they doing? Have they moved on? . . .
Do you go into the building and see if anyone is there? Do you throw rocks at the window to see if anyone comes out? Are you curious? Or do you just move on? . . .
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