The authorities cleaned it up, removing all of the people. No homeless ever lived in their town. Nope. Now the kids owned the place, riding their dirt bikes and shooting beer bottles in the stream. Good wholesome, American pastimes.
It had been many years since I had been back. I found the old stones and put them into place. It was silly, really. The kids would just knock them down again, perhaps break them up this time.
All signs of the community were erased.
I heard the rev of an engine and said my last goodbyes to Mom and Dad.
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