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I had spent years

I had spent years building a foundation. Bricks, and wood, and stone, and mud. Random objects that I had collected over many years, Frames, glass, Papers, canvases, decorating the sturdy foundation, filled to the brim with knowledge, love, and laughter. I had spent years building a foundation. But one day there was an intruder. And I was not prepared for an intruder, so how could I have known. There was no fence, no gate, no wall. They came in from the bottom up, cutting through my foundation with a butter knife. Eventually, I saw. But eventually was too late. I had spent years building a foundation. And now I have to rebuild. But this time, I will have to build a fence. And if my foundation is destroyed again, I will have to build a wall.

I had spent years

I had spent years building a foundation. Bricks, and wood, and stone, and mud. Random objects that I had collected over many years,...