Cul-de-sad

The loneliest mansions.

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Near Kansas City. 

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Near Kansas City. 

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Near Bismarck. 

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Near Kansas City. 

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I started this blog in grad school, as a way of procrastinating on my homework. I picked it up again a few times here and there. But over the last four years, I just forgot about it. Then the other day, out of nowhere, my mom asked me whatever happened to that “sad house thing” I was doing. 

The next day, I sat down with a big stack of papers to grade, and after reading a few, eyes glazed over, I opened a new tab and pulled up Google Maps. 

And here we are. 

Outside of Minneapolis. 

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A blue heron flying over a mcmansion is actually the official bird of the Detroit suburbs.  

In Macomb, Michigan.

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In Macomb, Michigan.

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In Rochester Hills, Michigan.

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You can’t hide.

In Macomb, Michigan. 

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Somewhere in Michigan.

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With dumpster.

In Carmel, Indiana. 

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In Monroe, Michigan.

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In Tuscon, Arizona.

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In Monroe, Michigan.

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It’s there if you look. 

In Carmel, Indiana.

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In Monroe, Michigan.

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In Florrisant, Missouri.