PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds
I had finally done it. I had successfully built myself a home where no one could bother me. My camper was exactly what I needed in this stage of my life. I had spent the last weeks perfecting what clothes and items would fit and where they should live. The next step would be to finally write that one hit song I needed to reach the top. Once there, I would be able to die happy. If only the campers next to me had not overheard me singing, they would still be alive and thriving. Just like all my neighbors.
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