On a sunny day I encountered darkness. It happened while strolling behind an abandoned factory. Graffiti covered the walls.
Vile graffiti.
An 'F' word blasphemed God. A reversed pentagram, the kind with two points facing upwards, heralded evil.
Chances are, a teenager did the deed. He wanted to shock. Most people won't view his expression of depravity. Branches obscured it.
Three towns away, my day brightened. Flowers hung along a wall. Not just any wall. This one stretched as long as three football fields. Behind the brick facade stood another closed factory.
Thanks to a person who cared, a touch of beauty offset drabness.
Some people spread darkness. Some people create light. Others do neither.
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