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I stare out the window at the empty hollowed house across the street. The once breathtaking beauty of the mansion was now diminished and left for the fate of ugliness. The bright white window panes used to stand out amongst the house painted a smoky grey. They are now cracked, dull and peeling, they no longer stand out but blend in with the moldy paint. The window panes lay smashed on the ground, rocks hide on the inside, traces left from vandals. The doors swing freely from the broken hinges, creaking as the move with the wind. Shingles fall off of the roof, and holes litter the rotting wood that once made up the frame of this house.

Lively vines that once rose from the brilliant green saud and crept up the two story architecture are now wilted and lifeless, clinging to the house as if it were their life support. The beautiful gardens that filtered throughout the yards, are now just spots of wilted flowers and dried up roses on dead saud.

The once astonishing beauty of this house has vanished. Forgotten are the wealthy who once owned it, as are the parties once held in the great rooms. All that remains to the the eyes of wanderers is an unattractive piece of ruble, left to die and rot alone. Neglected because of its lack of beauty.