CGSociety

A writing in progress with redone images. I guess that
the work will never end; my pleasure.

'As I hiked up the road closer to the building complex I
knew that the bunk house doors entered just under that
single lit bulb. Large concrete stairs led up to the
top of a loading dock where the doors cocked ill fit
with weird light leaking through cracks here and there.
The dirty, some broken, pane windows out front were
blacked out with sagging drapes inside. I didn't want
to go in but what choice was there short of sleeping
out in the cold in a place that was now growing dark,
well after sunset.'

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