What used to be

This windmill stands in the middle of a suburbanized, cookie-cutter house neighborhood. The area used to be covered in orange groves and avocado groves. As the monster developers began to move it, farms were slowly bought out, and people learned that every man has his price. Everyone but the owner of this plot of land. He held on. Stood strong. So now this is what remains. A ghost of the past and a monument to “sticking it to the man.”