The little blue house

Mankind was suffering, holding on to it’s last days. Disease was taking over every person, every memory, every place, except for this one: Somewhere in Australia, a distant but perfect beach. There it was, a little blue house. An old man still lived there, with his old grumpy dog. Even though the world outside was being destroyed, he still hold a little hope. He always went to sit along the shore, waiting for his son to come.


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