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Time Time had its way with the brick. It added wails to the windows and groans to doors. Nature had started to slowly reclaim, as she always does; vines and birds moved into the rooms that people moved out of. Generations of the same family lived here. Wealth acquired and lost over the decades, opulence turned into absence along with the beauty of the home. Once magnificent in its grandeur it was now a monument to the cluttered cobwebs of memory.  Waiting, hoping one day to be loved once again.