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The Poor Man

  • drsarojsalelkar
  • Dec 6, 2023
  • 1 min read

He lived there. Among the woods in a little house, In the far end of the town. The house was old and in need of repair. The roof was barely there and the door in need of new hinges. The walls telling stories of its glorious past and the floor had definitely seen better days.

But it was all he had. He refused to sell it for a few bucks. It held memories much more precious.

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