This is only the dingy second stop following the detour south, into the leaves, vines, ferns and bushes. Black kids kick a ball past the crumbling, toothless, remains of residences, withering away behind the frame of Spanish moss and willows. Protruding like headstones among the overgrowth, epitaphs of graffiti, plywood covered windows--Charon's obol.
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