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Oct. 13, 2008 There were many long roads and the city was half on a grid and half not. Most of the roads and what surrounded them felt like they had become somewhat decadent through decades of use with no real moral meter. The roads were human roads and used only to conduct human affairs. Trucks and businesses and residences had their purpose, and were not negative per se, but got downtrodden physically and spiritually also. Then at one long stretch of road it appeared and it was as if an oasis in a desert. It was on the left hand side, and on both sides of it was a bit of open land as if left there on principle alone, leaving room for wind and wildflowers, for trees and small animals, but above all, for space. The building was non-descript, but this was the greatness of it. It had no neon sign, no black lettering on white plastic backdrop denoting a sale of the month. The building caught the eye in some other way also, not discernable. On the top of the roof, waiting there, as the clouds rolled past the sometimes bright, sometimes overcast sky, was a simple cross. Perhaps it was made of cast iron, and perhaps it was made from something else. Out on the roads the cars and trucks continuously traveled past. They created a sound like the ocean, but the ocean they were not. ------------ Email Brian Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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