I haven't really thought much about these apartments until recently. We were doing a writing task in one of my writer's group, and I ended up writing a poem about living there. So here is that poem from that class along with a picture of this fantastic apartment complex.
While the cover has changed the memories still stood.
I could still see Mary, my grandmotherly friend, watch me trip out of the car and into the cold white snow while drunk.
My apartment is still there but I don't hold a key and it is nice now.
I think of friends past and present who came to drink and play.
Though the building looks new, the memories and I are not

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