Wednesday, August 10, 2011

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The melancholy, swirling clouds of gray reflected the auora deserted grounds. There was no joy here. The smiles of playing children had long faded; the smiling faces were blown away in the howeling wind. One could not even imagine the upbeat music that used to play here, the sound of cheers at gaming victories, or the engines of mechanical rides hard at work. The only sound now was the screech of metal against metal, that the delapidated fence emmitted when hit with a whisp of wind. The chains of this fence where broken in many places, creating holes big enough for a small person to crawl though; not that any mother would allow her child anywhere near the red-orange rust that spread thoughout the links. Beyond the gate stood a merry go round. This ride looks like it had seen the worst of the years out of use. The horse's paint was chipped, showing the composite interior, while in most areas the hooves of the plastic animals had fallen of altogether. It was impossible to think that this place had ever been full of fun and freedom, impossible to stand in the rust-smelling dirt.

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