Old or abandoned spaces.
My kids will remember me for this.
They will remember I was the one willing to jump fences to get a closer look.
The one willing to flip a U-turn across the highway to go back.
The seeker of what used to be.
I can't help it.
I think when I die I want my obituary to read only this:
She was a trespasser, amen.
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