When first we met, our once proud street sign, which had raised high the roof beam of parking regulations for carpenters, Zone 2 District residents, and visitors alike, lay limp and ineffectual beside a small pile of busted brick—disrupted earth in the wake of a rude de-rooting of natural flora.
And now, joined by his disgarded xmas tree brethren. Scrap metal and firewood that will never realize their innate potential.
Triple sadness.
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