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At first the derelict shop had welcomed the peace, welcomed a time for solitude and reflection upon a life spent as a vessel for the community, for their needs and wants. As the days became months and seasons passed into the flow of years, it longed for someone to call it home, a person who would come and stay.

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The derelict shop dreamed of being a house. It was tired of the endless to and fro of feet that was followed by the nothing. It was ready for something, for someone, or perhaps a family of someones.

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The derelict shop sung into the wintry wind; it sung a song to the springtime, an ode of love for her warmth to come.

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The derelict shop was a memory of yesteryear awaiting renovation, awaiting someone with a gift for seeing "what could be?" rather than "what is?"

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The derelict shop felt the same sun as the new spring flower and, to the perceptive eye, one could see it leaning into the rays.