As the paint begins to chip, from the work of the elements over years of neglect, and hands wishing to heal are told not to enter, sometimes I wonder at this long persistence to save a house, like no other, alone in the woods, long neglected.
But then I remember there is a planet, like no other, alone in space, long neglected. It, too, is being worked on by the elements,
with so many hands wishing to heal.
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