The Brownwood subdivision was gone long before I had ever arrived in that town. Having been flooded for many years, the houses were barely ghosts when we’d catch fish or go swimming from their piers. It wasn’t so long after I left that they took down most of even those, putting up a few new ones here and there.
Coming back to a favorite old spot, it’s so beautiful to see a familiar shape in the distance. I wish that I could still reach it sometimes, of no real consequence considering that I’m sure that it wouldn’t be the same — I’ve changed.
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