Tommy stood on ground that had once been the source of so much joy. His great-great-grandparents had owned this land, and had worked it as hard as they could, for what little they got in return. They had passed it down, generation to generation, and he had grown up here, his Father doing much the same, as if the land and world around them hadn't changed at all.
Tommy kicked at the dirt, and looked at the farmhouse he's spent so many seasons in. Boarded up, paint peeling, an image of sadness and time passing on. The fact is, the world had changed, and it had brought his family's land to its knees. The crops didn't sell, the banks wouldn't listen, and the earth didn't care.
Tommy wiped a tear as he turned to get back into his truck, and return to the city of which he now belonged. He said goodbye to his childhood and his memories, and to the ghosts of the past. The world had moved on and so had he.
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