ghost of the past

Aye, she was thought a bueaty she was, whens she first came. bIg, loud, busy;

could ear the folks nattering away as the stomped to work in their old boots ready for the morning shift.

She was no lady though beltching and clanging, black smoke gushing through her chimneys.

 

I'd gone when she was put to rest, too much smoke and noise, not so many orders. But I still came to watch over her from the hill long after me time.

 

Gonna rip her down now.. More noise n dust, rust, memeories.. Wont be back ere again.. Aye we both been dead far too long and soon now one will remember her being here at all.. Bit like me.

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ai/gimp creation

Done