And the ransomed of the LORD shall return, and come to Zion. Prypet sits lonely, a ghost town. Broken glass looks out of window frames.
Weeds spread where flowers of all sorts once grew.
An empty school teaches to furniture and toys. The toys wait right where the students laid them when the order came to evacuate and leave everything behind. The playground echoes hollow where the children once laughed. The ferris wheel sits quiet, its bare seats swinging in the wind. The hotel and the cultural activities center crumble and tear.