Lonely Street, The

      Jared Pfannenstiel
Lonely Street, The

The lonely street of Smith Road, Maine was silent. The gloomy street barely shone any light. Yes, the populated neighborhood had plenty lamps, but all of them had burnt out. All but one. It shined like a lonely ghost that never leaves. Never burns out. Never stops haunting the road.Keep trying until you succeed, no matter what you are attempting. Even if it's the attempt to discover time travel.Better luck next time, perhaps?
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