A random memory.

I remember this old dog house my dad took from a property that was going to be leveled for a suburban Street.
I remember the late summer afternoons walking through the yard. I would stop by that old dog house. Unused and slowly becoming engulfed in tall grass. I found a butterfly cocoon.
I swear, memories I remember before fall asleep…

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