Disappearing Act. . .

After I moved into my Dream House in the woods
I didn't need my car any more
So I left it down by the end of the road
Where the five mile path to the house starts from
By the end of that first summer it was already overgrown
By the second year it was disappearing
I was just able to take one photograph
Before it was gone forever
Looks like we are heading that way
Slowly but surely. . .
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