The flag was left when the family moved away.
It wraps itself around the pole then straightens.
The empty birdfeeder sways in the wind.
There are no tracks in the snow to its doors.
No people look out the windows to admire the view of the snowy mountains.
No lights come on when the sun goes down to pierce the darkness.
It used to be a home.
Now, it is just a cold, dark, empty building.

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