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If these bricks could speak,
you’d hear tales of many feet
dragging their dirt from their homes to the street.

Tales of destruction, demise and lies.

Tales of beauty, celebration and sunrise.

If these bricks could speak,
you’d hear a million tales
but for now they are quietly silent,


This picture was found in a contest called Friday Fictioneers

Here is the link if you’d like to play 100 word count story or poem based on the picture.

15 November 2013 | Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple