10.5.08

Weekday ruins

The sun sets on the city where people once toiled. Darkness falls over stone structures, walls crumble to ruins.

The piles of stone are given time to grow.

Rain falls, the sun shines, and green shoots peak through the cracks on a once flawless fa├žade.

When human labor ceases, the earth returns to its original state. The garden creeps in from the edges, and with every day of rest the Tree of Life lowers its branches nearer to the ground.

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